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.