Yesterday, the family took a trip down to see the 9/11 memorial. After crawling through traffic and snaking through entry lines and security, we entered the site and were immediately struck by the sense of sadness that we felt. The museum is not yet open, and the memorial itself is not quite finished, but our feeling was that they are doing a great job creating a space that’s appropriately reflective and sombre.

I didn’t really see “the” picture that captured the gravity and meaning of the place. But after leaving the site, we walked through lower Manhattan appreciating the plays of light bouncing off the buildings late in a winter afternoon.