A tributary wall. Because of the construction going on, it was hard to get far enough away from it to photograph.
There was a lot of security to go through. Our tickets were inspected four times.
This was the only time a security agent ever questioned my key chain, which has an emergency seat belt cutter on it. Even with security, the line moved quickly.
It’s hard to believe it’s been more than 10 years.
The north pool, which is where the north Tower once stood. The Memorial’s water falls into a sobering center void.
The water seems to fall and fall.
Me and mom.
The Memorial honors the 2,983 people who died on 9/11/2001 and 2/26/1993.
It’s quite overwhelming.
Our group — left to right, Bruce, Debbie, Terri (mom), MaryAnn, Harriet, and me.
1 World Trade Center being constructed which will one day be the tallest building in the U.S.
30-foot waterfalls, the largest in North America.
The arrangement of the names are base on “meaningful adjacencies” that reflect where the victims were and the relationships they shared with others who also died that day.
The Museum Pavilion will be the new WTC transit hub.
Me — yes, I’m happy to be sharing the day with mom, sister, and friends, but it’s a humbling place.
A last look.
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