Again, I remember

Posted about this last year. I guess September 11, 2001 is something you never will forget.

As it was for all New Yorkers, my life changed on that day. Leigh was downtown coming up from the subway at Union Square that morning. Everyone was in disbelief. Of course it was just a terrible accident.

But it wasn't...and for weeks after that day I felt almost constant fear. The stink of smoke, false-alarms of new attacks and death put New York City in chaos. We were alive, but so many including a neighbor, a friend’s sister and many work associates were not.

Our city was forever altered that day, as was our country. And I was changed. too.We didn’t make the decision to move to Tucson on September 11, 2001. But because of that day we turned to a new chapter in our lives. Some things like sunsets and family are just more important.

I've posted this before but on this somber anniversary I'd like to repost this photograph I took of Leigh in the early 1970s, with Manhattan and the World Trade Center in the background. Life was so simple then, so much wonder ahead of us.

Although I am not a negative person, I know that evil is always there around the next corner. It takes each of us, in our own way, working against it, contributing good to knock down the bad. We all have the power to influence a future of good. Please join me in that timeless quest. Blessings to all.

New York, I Remember

As it was for all New Yorkers that day, my life changed on September 11. If you were downtown coming up from the subway at Union Square that morning (as Leigh was), you stood and stared incredulously at smoke in one tower, then stepped back, horrified the next minute, as you watched what looked like a big bird fly into the second tower.

If you were me you at first didn’t believe what you saw, then tried frantically to reach family, with cell phones unresponsive. When phones cleared in stages, I reached our son, away at college. I lied and reassured him that we were all OK, although I had a lump bigger than a tennis ball in my throat. I honestly did not know yet that Leigh and my brother Stephen were safe, but I would not tell Brett that. It would be hours before I connected with Leigh (and then Stephen by email).

With family safe, I thought I would feel relief. But it was anything but that. Weeks of disgust at the news and great fear began. The stink of smoke, false-alarms of new attacks and death all flung a curtain of chaos around my New York. We were alive, yes, but so many including a neighbor, a friend’s sister and many work associates were not. Our city was forever altered. What now?

It took a long time, but feelings of a new normal took the place of uneasiness. New York did survive. I was able to recall fun, good memories at the World Trade Center, like a Christmas up in Windows on the World Restaurant, with just Leigh, Brett and I staring out in awe at our great city. I was strengthened by amazing everyday heroes who stepped up in times of need all around us in New York. I'm not the only one who treasures a silent story of great courage, compassion and leadership from that time.

We didn’t make the decision to move to Tucson on September 11, 2001. But because of that day we turned to a new chapter in our lives. We said adios to successful careers because we knew they meant nothing if indeed you were too busy to enjoy life with those you love. We learned that we could do without some material things, in order to enjoy other, more immeasurable moments, like sunsets.

I photographed Leigh back in the early 1970s, with Manhattan and the World Trade Center in the background. At that age, newly married and out of college, we were free and oblivious to some dire twists and turns in the future. Evil can certainly smack you in the face around the next corner. But each of us, in our own way, has the ability to smack back with a bit of good. The smallest contribution of self in behalf of community has impact.

That’s the way I feel now as I keep New York close to my heart. I’ll never forget, but I now look ahead to a future of good, which we have the power to influence.

It's raw, beautiful outsider art

Entry to the Museum of Modern Art is a small fortune nowadays, but I willingly lay out the bills when I travel to New York. My goal this trip was to see "Glossolalia," an amazing outside-the-boundaries show about outsider art. I look at the fantastic drawings and ramblings of these artists (some institutionalized and some just wacky) and wonder....what universe is real? Such magnificent, intricate beauty created by individuals labeled as crazy. Sometimes I prefer their world.

Walked everywhere in Manhattan during this trip. 40-plus blocks to Union Square. Then a sojourn to the west side Apple store. Another day's browse through the Garment District. And a final trip 40 more blocks uptown, for a pilgrimage to my favorite -- the Tender Buttons store.

Yes, I love New York. But on the flight back, when we circled those Catalinas, a dusty little Tucson seemed to say, "welcome home." Funny, but I didn't seem to mind that I had left MOMA and that ever-fabulous New York City behind. Enjoy my museum pix of Leigh and the outsider show!