Each evening, from December to December,
Before you drift to sleep upon your cot,
Think back on all the tales that you remember
Ask ev'ry person if he's heard the story,
And tell it strong and clear if he has not,
That once there was a fleeting wisp of glory
Now say it out with pride and joy!
Yes, Camelot, my boy!
Where once it never rained till after sundown,
By eight a.m. the morning fog had flown...
Don't let it be forgot
That once there was a spot
For one brief shining moment that was known
All photos are from our wedding trip September 1995:
#1 - Michael took this shot of me (rt.) looking up at the Twin Towers, with the old Trinity Church spire visible at left. (CLICK to hear 'Remember to Love': A Sept. 11 Concert from Trinity Church.) Perhaps the photo shows the top of the old Sycamore Tree that shielded the church from falling debris when the Towers fell.
#2 and #3 - A fellow tourist atop the World Trade Center Observatory Deck on the South Tower (Tower 2) took these two shots of Michael and me. I find it especially poignant now, this group of strangers captured in a moment enjoying the view as many had done before us and many did after us, until the morning of September 11, 2001. Shot #3 shows the antennae on the North Tower (Tower 1).
#4 - Me atop the WTC Observation Deck with the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island in background (photo by Michael).
#5 - The Shadows of the Twin Towers (photo by me).