September 11th is always a sad day in New York, for obvious reasons. I’m lucky. I didn’t know any of the 2,996 people that died in the terrorist attacks that day. So, I’ve always had the luxury of not feeling the full impact of sorrow that so many are still haunted by. That’s why it’s always been easy to have a moment of silence each year, and then go about my day. This year, I was thinking about it all day. I had never seen the Tribute in Light before, and it’s a pretty powerful symbol to be confronted by. I took my picture of it in Soho, at around 9:00 pm, because I felt like I wasn’t getting a good enough view from where I live in Brooklyn. Its eerie translucence against the cloudy night sky made the tribute look like the ghosts of the towers. That effect for this particular memorial is especially poignant, because of the bitter reminder of what used to sit in place of the tribute. It was like seeing the towers standing there again, but at the same time being reminded that they’re gone. I think that says a lot about how effective the work is as a commemoration to the World Trade Center.
