Sunday was the 10th anniversary of September 11th, 2001.
Like all Americans, I remember exactly where I was, and what it felt like to see those towers crumbling.
On Monday morning, we were at my parents' house, walking up the lane to my grandparents' to drop something off.
It was the most gorgeous, crisp fall morning - a lot like 9/11/01, and the sun was filtered through the clouds, landing directly on the stars & stripes flying from my Grandfather's flagpole. It was too pretty not to snap a shot.
Taken Monday, 9/12/11