It was my first time back to the site since before THAT day. You know the one, with that impossibly blue sky. It seemed like a good idea to go back again and sketch there now. After all, 14 years have passed.
As soon as I got off the Wall Trade Center subway stop, though, it brought me back to the days when there were only happy associations with this area. St. Paul's Chapel. Century 21. The traders in their good suits.
And then, the closer I got to the site, throngs of tourists started popping out from every side-- and the stranger it all felt.
Having lived in lower Manhattan most of my adult life, the memories still haunt--and the feelings are still raw. As fellow blogger, Mark, noted below, it's a sad place to visit.
So I devised a strategy to pay attention to everything else BUT the memorials that day.
Namely the folks of all stripes.
With all sorts of affiliations.
|even Urban Sketchers|
It was pointed out that of all the trees in the area, only one survived. And that since that day many have been planted, but only that tree remains green. I took this as a good sign of hope against all odds and focused my attention on it.
Lunch at a pizza parlor nearby gave us an opportunity to see (and sketch) more characters.
After a little sustenance, we sketched some more (natch!)
|St. Paul's Chapel aka "The Little Chapel That Stood"|
For me, the throwdown (and beer) after sketching is always the highlight of the day. Especially after being around this somber site all day, it was a nice pick-me-up.
|Patricia shows us what she's got|
|Our newest members, lovely Lilly and Leiana|
|Susan in the spotlight|
All in all, it wasn't exactly a fun day, but it certainly was a memorable one.