I always wanted a picture of the New York skyline. I was in Manhattan chasing after a visa to visit Ukraine late summer 2001 when I thought about heading over to Brooklyn to look west over the river for the view.
Meanwhile, the Ukraine people have no concept of what a line is and bring that mentality to their Consulate office here in the states. Here, we are trained like rodents to follow that rat-maze to the counter that we have at official offices, banks, carnival rides, etc. For the Uke's (Russians - and some other peoples of the world for that matter) it's a landrush! Whoever is serious about getting it done, is up there pushing and shoving for position.
Anyway I was tired from the visa process and was anxious to get out of the city and started on the 4-hour drive home.
"I'll get that picture some other time." At least that's what I thought. "It's the New York skyline, it'll always be there!" Instead, I decided to give it a go and at least try to get to a place for a view.
I felt so sick seeing those towers come down and what it did to so many people. On some smaller level, I felt a kind of connection having been there several weeks before. One thought I had is written as the title to this page.