It's September.

And for me, it's a time of year that is frozen in images, snapshots, and bits of video. A hat in the dust.

Bits of paper floating in a fog of dust. A girl with a yellow flower and a crushed car.

Some days - when i find it hard to remember - the images take me to places that few people have gone.

A office lobby, full of New Yorkers covered with tower dust. A crowd of angry faces - looking to place blame. Tears.

Protecting images. Keeping data safe. Knowing that my children's children will live in a world where access to raw information is cherished. Raw. Pure. Untouched.

There's no time to discern meaning. There's no place for contemplation or consequences.

Just a series of frozen moments. And the memories of lives change. Lives lost.