Out of the shadows, some things remain strong, resolute no matter what the ordeal. I think that's what I was trying to express in the shot.
On the day of the attacks, I wrote a quick poem about 'carrying on' despite adversity and how luck can be a matter of the mind in many ways. That's to say, some bad luck can be turned around eventually with a different stance, not easy, but possible with strength of conviction and with the help of others. It's not a very good poem, but was intended to be a metaphor for the thought and as it was written back then, ten years ago, I thought I'd add it.
Strength in an odd number
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Over thirteen turbulent seas
comes a surface of ships,
damaged, broken,
all battered out of shape.
Within each frame
each carries a life-load
of needed cargo
that won't drift to the seabed.
No, they won't sink.
They meet in adversity
where the seas sometimes knot,
and each captain speaks
a differing language,
but the momentum is the same;
A unity to carry on
and untangle the ropes.
Thirteen may be unlucky
to some, but not with resolve
or for this tireless fleet,
evening the odds.
