It Was 20 Years Ago, TODAY.

These are photos that I took from Richmond Terrace, Staten Island, on September 11, 2001.

Remember? (How could you ever forget.)

Manhattan skyline, Freedom Tower, August 2021
Lady Liberty still stands guard in NY Harbor…(far left of image, as another ferry heads to “the island” from “the city”…

Think about your childhood, and all those times all the grown-ups would visit on a Sunday afternoon and the talk was all about “the olden days” (bborrrriiinggg!) so you would stop listening because that was way back in time and who even wants to hear about it? So, you took your Barbie or your GI Joe and you found a cousin and went outside to play.

In 20 years, skyline of Staten Island has changed as much as the Manhattan skyline.

Now, today, there’s talk about the “olden days,” but to us, it was real life and it happened. We lived through it and past it and made it to this moment. (There’s a meme that is around now, that reminds us that “1981 is as far from us now, as 1939 was from 1981”, and dang it, I REMEMBER 1981!!!)

NYC is the most amazing of places because it refuses to STOP; it WILL keep on keeping on; it will continue to grow and change and be something it never was…. (when “I” was a child, one didn’t VENTURE into Times Square alone, at night, unaware!!!)

Will this be the last time I see or ride on this class of ferry?

We rarely acknowledge the “last time”—yes, at graduation or a funeral, but on the whole? We remember our first kiss (maybe) and we obsessively record the homecoming of each Child, and pet and vehicle, and The First Day of School—years per-k through the day they are deposited at a college dormitory.

Rarely, oh so rarely are we given the foreknowledge that this is the last time that you’re going to see that person, or be in that place or do that thing. Can you honestly recall the last time you tucked your child in at night? Or the last time they let you read to them with you lying cuddled against their warm little body? You don’t really remember because on a random Tuesday night, they say, “no mommy,” and you breathe a silent sigh of relief, because really you needed to finish washing the dishes. But then on Wednesday and on Thursday and on Friday you are given a similar reprieve and suddenly it becomes the new normal and nobody told you to absorb that feeling, to memorize it.

I looked past the Twin Towers every day of my high school career; daydreaming out the window. I rarely acknowledged them when I turned down Victory, although I did once stop when I had film in my camera. They were just THERE.

So, I paid attention to the smells and the textures and the visual of the boat. Because, well, the bright new shiny ones may be smoother and cleaner faster and lighter, it won’t be like it used to be at all.

Nothing ever is.

“It’s wonderful to be here
It’s certainly a thrill
You’re such a lovely audience
We’d like to take you home with us
We’d love to take you home” Sgt. Pepper

And NYC, TODAY, is certainly a thrill, A different one to be sure.

But so are we all, so are we all. And home? You can’t really go back home. Home is a memory, home is your history.

Old blog posts with 9/11/01 content.

Ten years on…


“There really are no more words, so I will let this stand as is, and repost. My September 11 experience. (It doesn’t get easier to read 14 years later, and the photos aren’t fuzzy yet with the gauze of time. Warm, healing hugs to all who were affected in any way. ) (((hugs ❤ ))”


More Notes From the Refrigerator Door

(The following is LONG. It is emotional and it is depressing. Since I started blogging, I have written something about the events of 9-11, and I have linked to a website where a very small part of the following is posted. This year, I have simply consolidated the entire scrapbook and writings that are in it, and created a new gallery on my photo website so all is viewable and archived.)

Wishing you all peace. Hugs to you, Kerin. Jessica. Arlie. Anoki. Love you.

I was a writer who couldn’t write, a photographer who couldn’t record images. A crier who couldn’t cry.  The events of September 11, 2001, had such an effect on me that my normal outlets—tears, hysteria, the stability of an ordered sentence, the capturing of my impressions on film, all proved elusive.

2011sept5-5 My tribute to 9-11-01 quilt. Around the edges are the initials of people I…

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untitled-1-2untitled-1-3 You can’t rewrite history, but you can learn to live with it….make it fit into all the corners and crevices of your new reality….

More Notes From the Refrigerator Door

…I have nothing new to say. These are some previous years blogs, linked here from past 9-11 dates; they will tell you how I feel.


My heart hurts for those who suffered and still suffer today. And a year out from Benghazi and with Syria on our lips, I really just—Imagine…

As always, love you, Pokey, Arlie, Jess and Kerin…

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