Every now and then I think of this Edward Keating photograph of the dust settling on objects after the towers fell on September 11th. I remember seeing it in the New York Times on my parent's kitchen table, and thinking it was so much more striking than the photos of the crashes themselves or the people jumping (which, luckily, I have never seen).

I mean to say nothing more than that I think about it. It's a beautiful photo, I wish I could find a better image of it.