I recently visited the 9/11 memorial at the World Trade Center, the sixteen acre Ground Zero site in lower Manhattan. Words and pictures cannot convey its enormity.
I am in awe of the horror which was inflicted. The newly opened museum creates a sobering, sad feeling of the reality. It is darkened, suggesting the darkness of the unspeakable event and its effect on people’s lives. The remnants are there…the collapsed fire engine, the papers, from important contracts to mundane shopping lists scattered about, the pieces of building wreckage, the wallets, the melted cell phones. In the background are heart wrenching recordings of calls to 911 and to loved ones. “The building has been struck by a plane but they tell us we’re safe.” “The building’s burning, hon, but they’re going to helicopter us off.” “I’m going to get out of here but I want you to know how much you and the kids have meant to me and I know I’ll see you again.”
I cannot imagine the horror felt by the office workers and the absolutely brave responders. What does it take to realize it’s over and to jump from the building, one woman even demurely pressing down her skirts as she lept, a final statement of dignity.
The museum’s lower level is bounded in part by the so-called slurry wall, a wall of poured concrete which continues to hold against the Hudson River.
I am equally in awe at what has been created in place of the demolished buildings. The footprints of the collapsed north and south towers have been filled with dramatic pools whose walls are waterfalls, and which drain into smaller central pools.
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They are surrounded by new construction which also reflects surviving older buildings.
The pools are bordered with blackened steel trim in which the names of all of the victims have been cut. It is the custom to place a white rose with the name of any victim on his or her birthday.
Elsewhere on the grounds are other signs of rebirth. Here is part of the reconstruction of the Transportation Hub, called the Oculus, and suggestive of wings.
Beneath the Transportation Hub there is the completed West Concourse whose brilliant whiteness is uplifting.
There are upscale shops opening along the concourse, and it leads to the reconstructed Wintergarden, beautiful and with a stunning view of the Hudson and the New Jersey shore.
Finally, there is an awesome symbol of the rebirth of the World Trade Center, the 1776 feet tall One World Trade Center.
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Profound Tragedy ~~~ Rebirth
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May 27, 2015 at 7:31 am
Thank you for sharing. A emotional blog and images for sure. I love the reflection on the building. Now let me go wipe away my tears……………………
May 28, 2015 at 9:35 am
Thanks, Beth. It’s a sad thing to share.
May 27, 2015 at 8:01 am
Very moving photographs Ralph. Beautifully done.
May 28, 2015 at 9:36 am
Thank you, Bonnie.
May 27, 2015 at 2:04 pm
Great job, Ralph! Yes, it was a moving and very worthwhile trip to see everything we did, including St. Paul’s.
May 28, 2015 at 9:38 am
Thanks, Roy. It was a profoundly important day. The NJS effort including the planning, the test runs, and the group herding was much appreciated.
May 27, 2015 at 6:29 pm
Beautiful, Ralph. Would love to get you in my classroom as a guest teacher sometime!
May 28, 2015 at 9:39 am
Thank you, Cathy.
May 28, 2015 at 9:10 am
Well done, Ralph. Thanks for posting.
May 28, 2015 at 9:40 am
Thanks, Ken. I appreciate your reading it and also commenting. We all need feedback.
May 28, 2015 at 6:03 pm
Thank you Ralph for this posting. We haven’t made it up there for the past 2 years and your pictures and comments make me more determined to get up there soon. Keep up the good work, Sally
May 30, 2015 at 10:40 am
It’s not an easy day but I think we should all go there,
May 28, 2015 at 7:17 pm
Hey was just there 3wks ago… had a lot of trouble shooting a place where my best friend from HS died. I thought I could get through it, but was so overwhelmed. I left soon after arriving and shot all around the area… the PATH Line station under construction was my favorite to shoot. My fav of your shots is the reflected buildings grounded by the pool of water. Thanks for the re-visit through your eyes.
May 30, 2015 at 10:41 am
It was tough enough without the added burden of knowing someone close died there.
May 29, 2015 at 2:28 pm
Thank you, thank you for what you do and so eloquently share! Skip V.
May 30, 2015 at 10:42 am
Thanks, Skip, for your generous and kind comment.
June 8, 2015 at 8:42 am
Beautiful and moving post Ralph!
June 9, 2015 at 9:25 am
Thank you, Denise. It is a difficult place to visit, to photograph, and more so, to write about. I’m glad I went to see something I was sorry happened. Everyone should go there.
September 12, 2019 at 3:33 pm
Everyone should go …yes, a year after 9/11, I traveled from Florida to NJ for my summer visit. The first “must see” visit was the Financial District. As I walked thru the streets, the buildings reeked of charred fire and smoke .. the path to a bottomless pit was for visitors to view the remains… the iron cross stood before me and against a mural … I photographed my keepsake from 9/11. perhaps some of you remember my entry at the MAC. However, before I relocated back to So Florida, I made the journey to the World Trade Center again for my final good-bye .. yes, I have more photos to remember 9/11. This time the beautiful WTC and the memorial pool, but photos do not replace the heart struck moment in time we all felt as our protective barrier was destroyed. Thank you Ralph for your commentary and photos as we all appreciate your emotional blog.
September 12, 2019 at 4:04 pm
Very well said, Elaine.
September 12, 2019 at 6:31 pm
For sure, history the likes of which we never need again…
September 12, 2019 at 9:37 pm
Indeed, we don’t.