Thursday, September 11, 2025 | By: Deborah J Chetwood
Every year on September 11th, we pause to remember. We reflect on the lives lost, the bravery shown, and the deep scar left on our nation’s heart. That day serves as a sobering reminder that tomorrow is not guaranteed—that life can change in an instant. Families were forever altered, and countless people have clung tightly to the memories, photographs, and stories of their loved ones who never came home.
For me, this truth is more than history—it’s a calling. Photography is not simply about creating beautiful images; it’s about preserving legacies. It’s about capturing a father’s smile, a mother’s embrace, a child’s laughter—those fleeting, everyday miracles we often take for granted. When words fade and memories soften, photographs remain. They carry love across generations, allowing children, grandchildren, and even great-grandchildren to feel connected to those who came before.
That’s why I take my profession so seriously. I know that the images I create may one day become a family’s most treasured possession—the thread that ties together generations, the proof that someone lived, loved, and mattered. These photographs aren’t just pictures; they’re lifelines of memory, passed down long after the moment has gone.
As we reflect on 9/11, let it remind us of two things: to hold our loved ones close today, and to preserve the memories that will carry their presence into tomorrow. Because none of us are promised another day—but through photography, the beauty and love of today can live on forever.
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