Showing posts with label Pennsylvania. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pennsylvania. Show all posts

Sunday, March 12, 2017

The Tenth Week of 2017 Project 365, A Photograph a Day

 Closing out the tenth week of 2017's 365 project. The conclusion of a road trip, setting up for Artomatic installation at the end of the month, a busy week at work. Somehow I feel like I'm falling behind. I need an extra day at the end of the week to get caught up.

Day 64 03-03-2017

Road tripping home, side stops at covered bridges and other intriguing sites. Walter's Mill Covered Bridge, 1859, 

The bridge originally crossed Coxes Creek, four miles south of the town of Somerset.  Major repairs were made in 1909, at which time wooden Burr arches were added to the bridge's original multiple kingpost truss system to accommodate heavier vehicles.  Threatened with destruction, the bridge was moved to the Somerset Historical Center in the early 1960s.




Day 65 03-06-2017

A camelia repeat, they are so beautiful, and the cold of early spring is starting to burnish their petals brown.





















Day 66 03-07-2017

iphone photo in black & white

“The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.” ~Rumi

















Day 67 03-08-2017

iphone photo, black and white

Ready for spring, patio dining at The Yards in Washington, DC



















Day 68 03-09-2017

Blooming apricot tree. Cruel spring, warm for the last few days teasing us with glory, bitter cold weather is on it's way.















 Friday's cheese board and prosecco with hibiscus blossoms. A lovely repast for a glorious day.
Day 69 03-10-2017






























Day 70 03-11-2017


Who shall measure the heat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body? ~Virginia Woolf




Photography, Old Store Lucketts, Lucketts, Virginia 



























Photography & prose by Terry Rowe.

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Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Flight 93 Memorial


I was in Pennsylvania for a photo-shoot at an 1860s era wool mill and decided to stay over one more day so I could visit the memorial to Flight 93 in Shanksville.

I was at work on Capitol Hill on 9-11-2001. I saw the reports on the first plane hitting the Twin Towers in New York and was watching, live, when the second plane hit.

My staff and I evacuated our building and were on the street when the third plane hit the Pentagon.

We heard the explosion, saw the smoke.

Rumors flew. The Old Executive Office Building had been hit. The bridges out of the city were closed. There were other planes, flying bombs, in coming.

The streets were gridlocked, horns blaring, sirens. People on foot had strange, dazed looks to their faces.

About 20 or so of us took shelter in the apartment of a Congressman. He had no television and barely any furniture. We sat on the floor and listened to the radio. Mostly silent, in shock.

News reports broadcast that Flight 93 crashed in a field in Pennsylvania.










Later, we found out the passengers...learning of the other crashed planes...decided to try and take back the plane...to save themselves, to save others.

On September 11, 2001 United Flight 93 was only 20 minutes flight time from the nation's capital when the passengers and crew of the plane rushed the cockpit in an effort to overpower the hijackers. Flight 93 crashed in a field outside the town of Shanksville in rural southwestern Pennsylvania.
I knew I had to see the ground they had made their own.

Flag, Flight 93 Memorial Plaza

I visited on a cold and bitter day in late March, the wind was knife-cold, winter lingered. The memorial is in a large area of open fields, the peacefulness of fields in direct contrast to the horror of what happened here.

I knew this would be an emotional visit, but I was unprepared for the intensity of the overwhelming sorrow I felt upon viewing that single boulder marking the point of impact.

Point of Impact
I will be forever grateful to the passengers and crew of Flight 93, for their courage, for their compassion, for their willingness to take a risk to save themselves, to save others.

#NeverForget





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