Here it is September, and I'm not any more able to post a new image than I was in July. But....I found a couple of photographs I made a long time ago that are important to me as additional reminders of 'home' that I miss very much. They are of the Hudson River at dawn a bunch of years ago near the Croton-on-Hudson apartment I lived in for 11 years. Had I been home looking out the front window that Tuesday morning a dozen years ago, I would have seen the jet headed for the WTC flying low along the river. I don't know what I would have thought of it at that moment, but shortly thereafter, I'd have been horrified as the nightmare events of that day would have just begun to be made known to all of us. These two photographs still call up to me that tragedy even though they are utterly innocent of that particular day. On tomorrow's anniversary, I'm no closer to being 'over it' now than I was then. I continue to mourn and grieve. So profoundly sad!