12/09/2026
25 years ago, I was playing tennis in Queens, looking across the river towards downtown Manhattan.
I remember seeing smoke coming from the towers.
None of us really understood what we were witnessing.
We ran inside, watched the news, stood there in disbelief… and strangely, somehow, I went back out onto the court.
I can still remember serving while facing the skyline.
By the time that point was over, I looked back.
Another tower was gone.
It is a moment etched into me forever.💔💔💔
In the days and months that followed, the same images played over and over again. On the news, in the paper, on the radio.. everywhere..
Crippling everyone with sadness, emptiness and disbelief..
But I also remember something else.
People held their families a little tighter.
People got married sooner rather than later.
People had more babies.
People said the things they had been putting off saying.
Because suddenly we were reminded, in the most unimaginable way, that tomorrow has never been promised to any of us.
Watching those images again, 25 years later, I found myself thinking about the families left behind.
The photographs they must hold onto now.
The ordinary snapshots that became priceless.
The last family photo nobody knew would be the last.
And perhaps that is one of the reasons I feel so fiercely about what I do.
My mission to capture your now has never really been about having beautiful photographs.
It is about leaving evidence that you were here.
That you loved.
That you belonged to one another.
That this life, in all its beautiful ordinariness, happened.
So…Take the photograph.
And please, be in it too. ❤️
Remembering all the lives affected by 9/11. 💔
TLP ###
