September 11, 2011

Remembering 9/11

[My original article, before it was edited by QuadNews to only include Quinnipiac students or alumni because the others weren't "relevant". Not my decision, as I think everyone was connected by this tragedy and therefore an account from California is just as relevant as one from Hamden. But the editors are in charge, not me. So here's the original article since the one they decided to post is no where as good as it could have been. Thanks again for all your input.]

Kay Walker
 10 years later we remember that fateful day; where we were, what we were doing, and how we felt.

September 11th, 2001 was a scary day for every American. Waking up, thinking they would have a day like any other, Americans suspected nothing was amiss. Then quickly news reports began to flow in, TV reporters were crying, radios blared out announcements. Elizabeth Owens, of Hamden CT, remembers turning on her radio on an outing with her sons to the firehouse, “There was no music at all, just news…I thought that was weird!”  American jaws dropped as they learned about what would soon be a horrible tragedy. Now ten years later, these moments are burned into their memories, never to be forgotten. The stark reality, the fear, the first reactions, those are what tell the real story of that fatal day ten years ago; a day to be remembered forever.

Rather than try to tell the story of what happened, as most every American already knows the gruesome and saddening details, I’ve compiled a collection of accounts from various people. Their initial shock and reactions will do the story telling. Whether having been woken up by the news, having heard it on the radio while at work, or being sheltered from it in school, everyone can recall that day with detail. Despite the fact it was ten years ago. As goose bumps rise up their arms while describing their memories, each person quiets in remembrance.

 The older generations recall more. Their accounts are vivid and gripping as they explain when the emotion first hit.

“A phone call from a friend woke me up…As an architect; I couldn't even grasp the concept of a building that large falling…It was unreal.” James Fullton.

“Thinking that it was just a small propeller plane, I prayed that somehow, no one in the WTC would be hurt. Later, I felt so very, very stupid and so very, very angry with my seemingly futile prayer that “everyone in the tower would be okay.” I remember the rumors – the Sears Towers was hit, a school in New Jersey was bombed, the Capitol had been hit.” Jen Pluznick

"It was a glorious day - the sky was so blue - the blue that can almost hurt your eyes… I was listening to the radio; I will never forget the gravity in the announcers’ voice. I pulled over to the side of the road to comprehend what I was hearing - it was too much to process. I looked up and all along the emergency lane, there were cars pulled over just like me. You didn't know what it was, but you knew it as bad, really bad and that life as we knew it would never be the same.” Susan Shields

Many people gathered around their families, seeing the loss of so many on television brought home the reality that it could have been them. It could have been a loved one that perished on the plane or in the fire trying to rescue those caught under pieces of wreckage. Their first thoughts flew to where they had relatives or friends, if anyone was in danger, and whether or not to involve their children.

“I just remember it feeling very surreal, like I was in a dream or having a out of body experience...I remember driving home thinking this can't be real, and at the time I listened to country, so that was the station I had on. The tears were just pouring down my face...once I got home I was glued to the T.V. I had to decide if I should get my daughter from school. Then I thought, the best place for her was there, I didn't want her to have to spend the day worrying with me…” Amy Lindsay

“Took my sons to the firehouse for an outing and on the way I turned on the radio! There was no music at all; just news...thought that was weird! Fireman told us what happened! I went directly to West Woods School and picked up my oldest son, Jimmy! The whole school was going crazy! Parents picking up kids...We all wanted our loved ones with us...” Elizabeth Owens

Those around my age, twenty, have a much different perspective. Many teachers were told to keep the kids calm and keep the news from them until their parents could explain it to them at home. Others experienced the teacher’s distress and just had no idea exactly what was going on. My 5th grade teacher dragged us all in front of the television and said, “The principal told us not to tell you. But this is history in the making and you all need to see this!” So we watched the news as they replayed the footage and the towers got hit over and over again. My teacher answered all of our questions as best she could. Some kids were crying, others could have cared less. I couldn’t wait to get home and see my family. Although it didn’t affect us the same as it did our parents or older generations, we children still knew something was wrong.

“I remember hearing things about a plane crash on my way to art class. And all the adults were freaking out. I remember seeing things on TV about police and firefighters helping and that a lot of smoke was everywhere and that it was a big deal.” Brittany Stafford, freshman at Gateway Community College.

When I first heard that the World Trade Centers were hit, I didn't believe it. Until our teacher turned on our TV...I just remember seeing the building collapse and the smoke covering the TV...I was young and didn't really understand the significance”. Nick Dellamura, junior at Quinnipiac University.

“I didn’t really understand what was happening at school. But I saw my mom and dad crying and watching TV, and then I saw what they were watching and I don’t know, I just knew it was bad and a lot of people were dead. I watched the news for days after that, and I cried too because I was scared for the people I knew that were down there.” Bryan Burtis, freshman at Southern Connecticut State University.

“I remember feeling like something was wrong the entire day...our elementary school didn't share the news with us, but there was obvious distress among the adults.  Getting home, my parents were glued to the TV but didn't want my siblings and I to watch.   It was definitely scary since there was so much uncertainty as to what was going to happen next.” Scott Earl, junior at George Washington University.

“I didn’t have school that day so I went to work with my mom at her bank. I had no idea what the ‘World Trade Center’ was, I only knew it as the twin towers, and still didn’t know what they were. But I sat in the back and watched the news on TV, updating everyone in the bank about what was happening while they worked”. Matt Narel, junior at Quinnipiac University.

“I was in 7th grade. We went to the sanctuary where the principal and the pastor of the church that my school was attached to told us about the attacks. We joined together in a circle around our sanctuary and prayed for all of the families affected by the attacks. Starting that day my history teacher had us start a 9/11 memory book by collecting newspapers, magazines, and internet articles. We worked on the books for the rest of the school year and it is still something I have to this day.” Jennifer Rehberg, Gulf Coast Community College.

"I thought that one of the teacher's mothers had become sick or died; they weren't allowed to tell us what happened, and left it up to our parents when we got home. I remember my dad telling me straight-up what happened, and I remember crying and running to the back bedroom.” David Zeppieri, junior at Marist College.

“I could not grasp the concept of a plane flying into a building so extremely tall and all of NYC in chaos. Words can't even describe that day and the events that unfolded one after another. Part of me is grateful I was too young at the time to really understand it. If it were to happen now while I am 22 it would be a totally different story for me. I know too many things.” Nicole Gentile, graduate of Quinnipiac University.

“A teacher came into class and whispered something to my teacher…instantly the tears began to flow from her eyes.”When you go home tonight," she stuttered amidst sobs that were racking her body, "DO NOT turn on the TV!" I wasn’t aware of what the WTC were...or what had happened. But I knew I wanted to find out. So I did turn on the TV...it was like I was watching a movie. My mom was upset, and explained that terrorists had attacked our country. She said that whether I knew what WTC was or not, I should pray for the country because it was an attack on the USA not just a building. That is when I understood. And that is when I started to pray.” Amy Walker, Paier College of Art.

No matter where they were, or what they were doing, life stopped for all Americans. I’m sure you have some memory of that day etched in your mind. Everyone was affected, no matter how near or far they were. On that dreadful day many lives were lost and many people were scarred forever. Now, ten years later, we stop and reflect. Looking over the time that we united ourselves, showing support for all the families of the victims of this tragedy. Remembering, how even in a time of sorrow, we stood strong and came out of it together.

September 2, 2011

A Different Type of Ceremony

A bit over a month ago I was offered the opportunity to shoot my friends sisters Mehndi ceremony, and the next day of rituals. It was an amazing experience, and something I will be forever thankful for. It was quite a step out of my comfort zone. I was the only non-Indian on both days and that meant they were all speaking Indian around me. I of course, though pretty good at Italian, am mainly an English speaking girl, so I was completely surrounded by a foreign language. I loved it though. I could sit and listen to different languages all day, but enough of that. The chance to take pictures was awesome. I was a bit lost at first, as I didn't know what parts of any ritual was important (so we ended up with many pictures, just to be safe) but I got into it and quite enjoyed myself. I've compiled a few images from both days for your enjoyment!



July 26, 2011

The Undead Part 2

After the cemetery we ran over to my school. There is a huge pine tree forest and we shot some pictures there which turned out to be quite a few of my favorites.
Main one is on Flickr, click for larger








July 9, 2011

The Undead Part 1

As some of you may remember, back in October my siblings and I did a zombie photo-shoot. Actually on Halloween. Dressed up like zombies we took over the town all the whilst getting weird looks and odd stares. But hey, it was Halloween, you have license to dress up however you want.

I went through and edited some of these marvelous pictures last night, ones I had never gotten to, and I must say...it was tons of fun reliving the freezing October day when I got attacked by zombies ;)

This here Part 1 are pictures taken in the cemetery near my house (we were respectful, i promise)

*click to see larger images*







July 3, 2011

Fireworks 2011

Went to the Hamden Fireworks the other night, they were delightful. We missed them last year due to a trip to Norway so it was nice to pick up the tradition again :)
It was my first year with a DSLR at them, so I had some fun taking advantage of the long exposure setting and trying out my luck at capturing a few good shots. I believe I was successful, do you? Click on them to see 'em bigger!

I put one on my Flickr (the main one I liked) and these are a few extra I though you'd like to see. in case you're coming from Flickr and not my facebook :)

Have a lovely evening my friends. Nature shots shall be coming up soon!
This was a top ranked fave also






Firework Bokeh!





The Finale!

May 2, 2011

Atlas

The pressures. The expectations. They weigh down like the world upon Atlas’ shoulders. But I am not Atlas. I do not possess his strength. I let myself fall. The world of worry rolls down my arms, slides across my back. Picking up momentum it falls to the ground shattering with a crescendo of emotions. Pieces of it fly at me, piercing my skin. For that is all I am. Merely flesh and bones, nothing more. I plunge to the ground, crumpling into a heap besides my shattered world. How did Atlas do it, I wonder. How did he survive the weight of the world, of everyone bearing down on him? I figure my strength isn’t as impressive as his, but I like to think I had some. But even with what I did have, I failed. Pressures got to me and I gave in. Gave into the world. 

April 15, 2011

A Dream

[Im going to preface this by saying its straight out of my notebook. I wrote it in class. Basically while my teacher talked I took key sentences from what she was saying and made it into a poem of sorts. As she talked I wrote these lines. So it hasnt been edited, maybe it wont make sense to you, maybe it will. Idk. Then again its about dreams, and dreams are chock full of different meanings. So take it as you will.]


A dream is an image,
An insertion of the imaginary.
It is but a concept,
Whether or not it’s understood.
Your desires, pain, hunger,
Associated with visuals.
Psychoanalytical babble?
Or maybe scenes from the future.
No one really knows,
It’s all about perception.
An association between,
An image and a feeling.
Comfort, relief, pleasure,
Pain, anger, depression.
The unconscious,
Is the whole structure of language.
There is a system to language,
It gives meaning.
Meaning to the way we think,
The little reality we see.
One must pass at some point,
From imagination to reality.
But that world we leave behind,
Stays with us forever.