by I just got back from the movie Sully. So moving. When it happened I ran over to the river to take pictures of the plane as it floated by. Here are my pictures and captions from that day, January 15, 2009. I took this one from Perry Street and the West Side Highway. Then I started walking downtown, following the plane. I didn’t want to let go. It’s hard to leave a miracle.
There are seat cushions and other debris floating all down the river.
It’s hard to see but that’s the plane sticking out of the water, this is around Battery Park City.
More rescue workers.
I think this was a diver, but I’m not positive. By the way, it was freezing. FREE! ZING!
Another plane shot. I couldn’t get close. “Move back! This is a federal crime scene!”
They’re waiting for a crane, I was told.
I took this walking back home.
The never ending stream of rescue workers heading downtown, very reminiscent of 9/11.
I wasn’t even in NYC at 9-11 but I feel so affected by it. I am gearing up to think about it tomorrow. I read an interesting review of Sully and will see it some time. Take care.
A friend posted a picture of people dancing on a pier along the Hudson last night. It was so great to see and I posted that I thought it would be nice if 9/11 evolved into a day where people fought terrorism with joy and celebrating life.
I understand if family members don’t want to observe the day this way, but I think it would be nice to start moving in this direction.
What a lovely idea, I agree. Try to move forward, try to be positive.
Thank you!