9/11

I took a little walk in the woods this morning thinking about the events that rocked our country to its core 17 years ago. Heavy on my mind were the thousands of shattered lives, the passengers on Flight 93 who fought back, and the brave first responders who selflessly did what they were trained to do. I made this image about the exact same time that Flight 175 crashed into the South Tower. But today I heard no sirens, no helicopters, no voices... only the shrill cry of rutting bull elk across the river and the nasal echo of migrating geese. I found this juxtaposition surreal, and felt somewhat guilty to be able to glide through the forest in peace while so many public servants and soldiers risk everything on a daily basis to make this possible. With gratitude for those who serve and sacrifice so that others may live free. Island Park, Idaho. September 11, 2018.

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