We’re
going off to Seattle and Alaska so for a while this space
will be quiet. I hope to have some
interesting tales and photographs upon our return.
I
write this with a great sense of sadness as thirteen years ago we watched the
smoke drift from the north to the south when the World Trade Towers were
attacked and fell, a day in our lives we will never forget. Although
we were some fifty miles away, it was a clear, crisp autumn-like morning sky and
we could see it clearly from our boat in Norwalk, CT. Such senselessness, the loss of life of so
many innocent men and women, and yet the monstrous hatred that spawned those
attacks continues. We can only hope that
the administration’s plans as laid out by President Obama last night will
contain and perhaps destroy ISIS. It is
obviously a war without end.
My
older son, Chris, wrote a poem about 9/11 that very day. It’s a first-hand emotional account of the horror and the hope.
I’ve
posted these before, but they’re lost among the hundreds of entries of this
blog, so I’ve collected a few of my sunrise photographs, and repost them here, in
remembrance.
