A clear, crisp September morning the sun rose over the hills on the opposite side of Otago Bay from our B&B on York Place in Dunedin. I woke up first, stretched, and looked out our east-facing window at the pre-dawn and realised it would be a great morning for sunrise photos, so I grabbed my wife's Canon AE1 since the Mamiya C330 was loaded with B&W. Over the course of an hour I caught several photos as an arc of shining ball appeared over the top of the hills, then slowly rose into the sky. When it gained a few degrees of height, I turned and started photographing light and shadows streaking across the wall with fireplace in our room. My wife rose, and I photographed her while she brushed her hair in that same warm glow.

Then the clock radio came on, news rather than the expected music, about aircraft hitting the World Trade Center, fires, and horror.

Strangers in a strange land we were, far from home and the events of the City. Strangers perhaps, and yet we also shared grief with our hosts, all of us touched by the unthinkable.

I Remember.