Way too many memories of that day. To be honest I'm content with an obscured skyline. With all the documentary re-broadcasts the last couple of days, not being able to see what once was is a gift.
perhaps Ann, you can put up a 10 SEP 2001 picture of that same skyline?
And I also believe it would be helpful if you put a picture of that skyline on 11 SEP 01 at approximately 9:50 AM. Frank Capra produced "Why We Fight", the MSM has made sure to do the opposite in our time.
It was a photograph exceeding Dante's painted hell, only spirits know how the shutter opened, then closed. Yet, upon seeing the result, I was yanked into a still-life to witness what at least one living man saw.
There he was, O'Firefight, upright, all alone in the middle of falling ash and hellish rubble. More than that, it was his physical attitude that struck me like a falling beam.
T-shirt, suspenders, fire-hat, horizontal axe in hand, body leaning forward, one man, one infinitesimal speck, facing the first tower down, the second barely standing. The orange-gray filling in all around him could not be recreated from a million colors mixed in a million baths. Near his feet, fire hoses, flat, leading the way under the crushing steelscape straight into hell.
One fireman, alone, brave by nature, present by duty, paused, repulsed by the immensity of the scene ripped open before him, its incomprehensible scale; looking up, looking out... all is lost, but him, and him.
Before the war, I once stood at the base of the World Trade Center looking up. Then, from the roof, I looked down. When I viewed the photograph recalled above, I remembered the time I looked up, dizzy, and then looked down, awestruck. Only gods go higher while standing on earth.
As does the memory of trying to reach Bingley. Amazingly enough, my cell phone in Pensacola could reach his cell phone two blocks from the Trade Center the entire time.
And for that most important phone call from the ferry on it's way back to New Jersey. Safe.
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Way too many memories of that day. To be honest I'm content with an obscured skyline. With all the documentary re-broadcasts the last couple of days, not being able to see what once was is a gift.
Great.
Keep it up, pls.
perhaps Ann, you can put up a 10 SEP 2001 picture of that same skyline?
And I also believe it would be helpful if you put a picture of that skyline on 11 SEP 01 at approximately 9:50 AM. Frank Capra produced "Why We Fight", the MSM has made sure to do the opposite in our time.
These aren't 10 SEP 2001 photos of that identical skyline -- they're from March 2001, and they're taking from different angles -- but here they are:
http://and-still-i-persist.com/?p=85
..bruce..
At dawn on September 11, 2007, the fog hides the absence of the Twin Towers.
Not really.
A scene beyond comprehension:
It was a photograph exceeding Dante's painted hell, only spirits know how the shutter opened, then closed. Yet, upon seeing the result, I was yanked into a still-life to witness what at least one living man saw.
There he was, O'Firefight, upright, all alone in the middle of falling ash and hellish rubble. More than that, it was his physical attitude that struck me like a falling beam.
T-shirt, suspenders, fire-hat, horizontal axe in hand, body leaning forward, one man, one infinitesimal speck, facing the first tower down, the second barely standing. The orange-gray filling in all around him could not be recreated from a million colors mixed in a million baths. Near his feet, fire hoses, flat, leading the way under the crushing steelscape straight into hell.
One fireman, alone, brave by nature, present by duty, paused, repulsed by the immensity of the scene ripped open before him, its incomprehensible scale; looking up, looking out... all is lost, but him, and him.
Before the war, I once stood at the base of the World Trade Center looking up. Then, from the roof, I looked down. When I viewed the photograph recalled above, I remembered the time I looked up, dizzy, and then looked down, awestruck. Only gods go higher while standing on earth.
One man, one axe, it’s not enough.
O'Firefight, go back!... then the shutter closed.
2001
More word picture than photograph, but here was my reaction to the skyline :
Uncertain Skyline
Taken that summer.
Makes me cry.
As does the memory of trying to reach Bingley. Amazingly enough, my cell phone in Pensacola could reach his cell phone two blocks from the Trade Center the entire time.
And for that most important phone call from the ferry on it's way back to New Jersey. Safe.
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