September 11th, 2014, 12pm

It was 21.7°C with few clouds. The breeze was light.

To my photographer friend, to all image makers and mystical magicians with camera and lens. With a vision shared. Today is the 9-11 anniversary once again. I have seen countless tributes, images of today, past images of that moment —suspended in time— suspended in my life. Yet, we hold them sacred— that moment. Why? But when we cherish our photographs, scrap books, take longer to dwell on a photo, a pose, a moment suspended in silica or photo paper. Weegee, Avedon, Muybridge… we search for a deeper meaning, code of life.

Back to 9-11. Are we to be remembered by one photograph? Their epitaph frozen to that moment? Is that our contribution to life? They are named hero and courageous… deserved and thrust upon them… and all they wanted to do was kiss their child good morning, tap their head as they go out to school. Go to a quiet dinner with their soul mate and confident. We live for today, our moment, with my daughter— in the rain, the sun, the sunset, the brisk winter morning. If I am rewarded and attributed to that one and only contribution to mankind and life; I would be satisfied because I found it to be an irreplaceable treasure. This is what we should not forget. Remember.

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Mike Ng

Somewhere in my mind. A snicker's bar wrapper, floating on a busy street on Market and 5th. A cloud floating at no speed... saying F__ You... I will take my time if it takes all day and night. A star in that massive galaxy you are gazing at... that just winked at you.

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