Way back in 2001, I tucked away various magazine photos of September 11th and the aftermath. They were hard to look at, but I knew that there would be times when I would turn to them again. I began that day in Boston, and clearly remember the fear of it and the bizzare stillness of the interstate as I returned to my parents’ house in Connecticut.
But today, quite unexpectedly, I’ve seen the most disturbing photograph of the day that I have seen yet– totally unexpected and out of context.
You can find it here.
I almost want to dig out the old Time magazine to face the disturbance of this newest image.