If I described for you a wall with 300 snapshots taped to it. Smiling people caught in all kinds of normal activity… washing the car, doing their daughters hair, school snapshots, business portraits, holding their dog or cat… simple pictures from real life stuck to the wall. Absolutely nothing about the wall or the images themselves is more than mundane.
Now I tell you that that photograph made me cry. It still does.
It is a wall of the ‘missing’ after September 11, 2001.
Can you look at the image again in the same way? Ever?