What can I say, I’m alway curious about people on the fringe. These first two shots are of some truthers. They were very small in number this year.
This woman seems to be a different kind of truther. Her questions are reasonable, although I don’t agree with her about where the money should go.
This is the graveyard at St. Paul’s Chapel (where I volunteered during the recovery effort). People tied white ribbons all over the place. This is in front of the grave of two children who died in the 18th century. One lived a mere 15 days, the other two years and nine months.
One World Trade Center. I know not everyone loves it, I think it’s beautiful.
A marine getting ready for a performance. DAMNIT. Damnit, damnit, damnit. I completely forgot that musicians perform all day at Trinity. I’ll bet that’s what he was getting ready for. I would have loved to sit and listen to music. Ugh. I’m an idiot without a working brain.
I wish I could have captured how many motorcycles went by. They went on for miles and miles and miles. It was an impressive turnout.
A close-up of a few of the motorcyclists.