Summer of 2003...

...Me and my husband Tommy visited Shanksville PA. Hand painted signs and well travelled gravel led us to the parking lot of the temporary memorial site for Flight 93. One solitairy chain link fence sits high above a bluff of cornfields. The wind wips through, and the sounds of the flags are about the only sounds you hear. One or two volunteers man a station to answer your questions. You walk with respectful silence. Gifts and messages litter every imaginable place-even large pebbles in the parking lot. These two photos are from our memories of that day. The "bleeding heart," as I call it, was a message left by a schoolchild, then rained upon. One of my favorite photos ever. The tears roll; a truly moving experience in its simpleness...