Sunday 15 September, 2002 at 4:16PM (Nereus)  ::  permalink  ::  comments (3)

The 911 anniversary was a few days ago - there was a little bit of a tense feeling in the air around NYC at the time, fortunately everything remained business as usual. It's weird having fighter jets on patrol over the city 24 hours a day though, especially late at night when everything is relatively quiet and then you hear the low rumble of the F-16 jets passing overhead at high altitude. Rather than feeling safer for it, it only seemed to serve as a reminder to me that life can be precarious and shit can hit the fan anytime. Not something easy to get used to after living in New Zealand for years, but we adjust.

The other day I found myself looking at some of the photos from 911, two in particular from photojournalists Richard Drew and Jeff Christensen. The pics freaked me out a bit. Some may find these pretty disturbing, although they aren't graphic like you'd find on somewhere like rotten.com (although I think even they have kept away from publishing graphic 911 photos, thankfully).

The one thing that I cant help wondering as I look at the first pic is what was going through this guys mind right at that moment? Was he completely freaked out or just accepting his fate? *shivers*

This second pic was taken moments before the North Tower fell.. I really don't have words for this.

Hmm. I intended to write quite a lot more here today but I seem to have gotten myself a bit down thinking about this stuff. I'm not sure why I am even posting this.. just my way of dealing with it I guess. I will post again in the next day or so.