Just a mallard flappin’ around in Echo Lake.
The closer you are to Manhattan, the more people you can find who were directly affected by September 11, 2001.
At the time, I was living about two hours south of Manhattan. I personally didn’t know anyone who was killed, but— six degrees of separation— it seemed like everybody knew somebody who’d lost a spouse, a brother, a mother, a son.
Near New Providence, every day the commuter trains are crammed with what I call “Wall-Street-types.” Eleven years ago… I wonder what it would’ve been like. I’m glad I don’t know firsthand.
Today, there is a memorial ceremony being held at Echo Lake Park’s September 11 memorial, where these photos were taken. The memorial’s two rusty monuments were created from twisted steel girders from the World Trade Center itself.