Every time I have visited New York City in the past eighteen years, I was missing the sleek silhouettes of the Twin Towers that have graced the skyline of the Big Apple for almost three decades, until they fell on that fateful day of infamy that was September 11th 2001.
Every year on 9/11 I sadly remember the day when, as a seventeen year old exchange student in Pennsylvania’s Pocono Mountains, my host family took me to my very first visit of New York City, back in 1984. My host-dad was a sheet metal worker, and I vividly remembering him taking me up to the observation deck of the Twin Towers and telling me full of pride how he helped build the towers.
The photographs in this post I took during my last visit to NYC in 2018, where I have also blogged about The Significant Other and me visiting the 9/11 Memorial and the museum. A worthy place of solemn remembrance to this tragedy, that has destroyed the life of so people. Not only of those who perished that day, but also those left behind.
All photos taken with my Olympus OM-D E-M1 and the mZuiko 12-100mm F/4. RAW conversion and post processing in Lightroom Classic CC.