09/13/2026
Some photographs are beautiful. Some are meaningful. And some carry a weight you can feel long after you put the camera down.
As a photographer, I’m often asked why I love what I do.
I think it’s because moments don’t stay.
People grow older. Children become adults. Loved ones become memories. Voices become stories. And days that feel ordinary today can become the moments we would give anything to go back and experience one more time.
Photography gives us a way to hold onto a piece of them.
Photographing the 25th anniversary of September 11th was different.
I wasn't simply taking pictures.
I was standing among people remembering the worst day many of them had ever lived through. I was photographing first responders, families, flags, tears, strength, silence, pride and sacrifice.
And I kept thinking about the people who are called to help others.
The ones who don't hesitate when someone needs help.
The ones who run toward danger while everyone else is trying to get away.
The ones who put someone else's life before their own.
The ones who answer the call, even when they know there is a possibility they may not come home.
There is something extraordinary about people who are called to serve others.
September 11th reminds us just how powerful that calling can be.
Behind every face was a story.
Some stories were known.
Some will never be fully told.
But every single one mattered.
As I looked through my lens, I couldn't help but think about the responsibility of capturing these moments. Because someday, someone may look at one of these photographs and say, “That was my dad.”
“That was my brother.”
“That was my friend.”
“I remember being there.”
Or maybe someone who wasn't even born yet will look at these images and finally understand what it meant to remember.
That's why I photograph.
Not just to capture a face, a building, a flag or an event….I photograph so that feelings have somewhere to live.
So that memories have a place to stay.
So that stories can continue long after the people who lived them are gone.
And so that the sacrifices of those who were called to help others are never reduced to just a date in history.
Twenty-five years later, we still remember.
I am humbled and incredibly grateful that I was trusted to document even a small piece of this day.
Because some moments are simply too important to let them fade.
September 11, 2001.
September 11, 2026.
We remember those we lost.
We honor those who served.
We thank those who continue to answer the call.
And we will never forget. 🇺🇸
