We were in Philadelphia Pennsylvania that day, but not long after we happen to be in New York and I snapped this shot of the cross in the steel beams still standing at ground zero. At this point they had the streets cleared and fabric fencing around almost everything, but through a few holes in the fence you could just make out this cross. It was a sight no one could forget.
We haven’t been back since, but someday we will go back to visit the memorial. Each year the anniversary comes and the world still continues to change, sometimes in such dramatic fashion, but September 11th always seems to be such a surreal day.
