Never Forget

On September 1th, 2001 at 8:30 a.m I was sitting on an airplane in Tampa, Florida. At 8:45 it started to take off and then lowered it's landing gear and returned us back to the airport. The airport was in panic but as the day went on the world seemed to stand still. The next morning I was able to rent the last available car where I drove non-stop 24 hours to New England. I was able to drive around the Pentagon on 395 very close. I was also one of the first cars allowed to cross the George Washington Memorial Bridge in NYC. I saw it all. I was in shock and never photographed anything except with my own mind. My heart goes out to those who lost their lives, to those who lost loved ones, and to those who lived to tell the story and are suffering to this day. It's a different world we live in now and I pray for better times. Never Forget. The Victims of 9-11-01.