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NY Times: September 11, 2001

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Here's the Marriott Hotel about to be wiped out: 
              

               I stayed there for ten nights overlooking the Hudson towards New Jersey. The sunsets reflecting across the river gave me respite at the end of the long days on Wall Street. 

               Other times I stayed in China Town & SoHo & attended mid-morning meetings, on the second Tuesday of each month, just across from the "twin towers." Memories of those scenes make me believe that they remain still.

 

This was my final view of New York City before 9/11:

    

               As I gazed across the Hudson from New Jersey for one final view in early autumn, I thought of the hustle & bustle on & below the streets as life pulsated through the stone & steel above. Who would have imagined that this skyline would be no more?
               When the towers fell, I asserted without doubt that the perpetrators' message of hatred had just damned their cause forever.

 

This is a roadside version of a teepee used by the Lakota & Cheyenne Indians:

 

                    After passing near the site of the Little Bighorn Battlefield in Montana, these intertwining stone columns in South Dakota related to the spirit of the indigenous peoples.

               Ultimately, I was precluded from visiting Mount Rushmore, which is more a symbol of desecration to their sacred mountains than a tribute to the leaders of the nation that brought these people down.

 

These are the hawks above Redondo Mesa:

               I camped on a ledge halfway up, went on top after breakfast, & then ran out of water before descending. The hawks took a special interest in my presence & followed me as I walked across ten miles of desert & brush, passing several dead cattle along the way.
               I held a small pebble under my tongue to keep my mouth moist as the birds' winged shadows motivated me to persist on my journey home.

 

Here's the Jefferson Memorial in Washington, D.C.:
    
               This photo was taken during a march from the Pentagon to the U.S. Capitol to raise awareness on homelessness. One slogan on a demonstrator's sign read, "Homes, not bombs."
               As Jefferson once said, "If a nation expects to be ignorant & free in a state of civilization, it expects what never was & never will be."

 


This was the site of the demonstrations of 1989:
                                                                            
               Several hundred students took over this tower for 36 hours after the university's law enforcement division had searched their dorms with a "blanket" warrant while they were away. This was juxtaposed by the student protests for democracy at Tienaman Square in China.              
               While the former ended peacefully with an apology & concessions for the students, those who were half a world away were not so fortunate.

 


"Don't have a cow, man! ...Got 'Moo!’?":
                                                                                
               This was taken in northern Upstate New York shortly after purchasing a modest SLR camera for the first time, using a portion of a student loan that was borrowed primarily to cover other debts & loans.
               This cow is a reminder of a popular news monthly parody on campus at the time that encouraged readers not to take life too seriously.

 

These are sailboats in Bar Harbor at twilight in August:

               I first set out by car to the west coast in 1970; three years later I hitchhiked to the Rocky Mountains, back east, & then down the coast to Miami, where I returned the following winter on my way along the Gulf to New Orleans.
               In ‘77 I hitched from border to border, which included a train ride to Mexico City, & from coast to coast, leaving Maine as the last of the lower 48 during my tenth year on the road.

 


Here's the Bridge on the Columbia River at Wenatchee:
    
               While spending the entire summer on the road, Washington State was my final destination before returning to New York. I was hungry & needed work for both food & a way to get back home.
                It was the time of the annual fall harvest of apples. To me it seemed like a quick way of making honest money, although for some it was a way of life.

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