9/11 is etched forever in memory. It is one of those moments that you know exactly where you were. Know exactly what you were doing.
I watched the horror unfold, with friends and colleagues, on a portable TV in our office. Sitting in the shadow of the BT Tower, surrounded by iconic buildings, the fear palpable.
When we decided to visit New York this weekend, I knew I had to visit the 9/11 Memorial.
While I expected the Memorial to be overwhelming and upsetting, what I wasn’t expecting was the feelings of despair. Perhaps it was the black; sucking the light away. Perhaps it was my own vertigo; staring in to the seemingly bottomless voids. Perhaps it was the sense of hopelessness in the water falling into nothing.
I suppose I looked for feelings of hope; of looking forward, not back.
It is a powerful place. The voids surrounded by the new.
Perhaps the hope is in the new buildings surrounding the Memorial. Perhaps we are meant to look up, away from the depths of despair to the signs of progress; of creating something where there was nothing, of not giving in.
I’m joining in with Charly’s Black and White Photography Project over on PODCast.