09/10/2024
9/10/2024
On the eve of Patriots Day, the eve of the 23rd anniversary of 9/11 I chose to do this project.
You see, these are just trucks. I mean, there's water and hose, tools, ladders and pumps... but there's so much more. There's seats. In those seats go the people, these people who are what we think of when we are asked "what's a hero?' They're Dads, Moms, Brothers, Sisters, Cousins, Friends and Co-Workers. They're people who have found a drive to do something for their community, found something they can't explain to anyone who hasn't sat in one of the seats. The things these trucks have seen- laughs, jokes, somber times and tears, these tools that have saved lives in the hands of professionals and shaken in the hands of rookies, water that is the same as the stuff in your sink but in the hands of a fireman, it can work magic to save your home, hose that can be a lifeline to you when you are lost in the smoke.
Before this project today I was scrolling online and I scrolled past photos of FDNY trucks that had been destroyed in 9/11, photographing these trucks tonight gave me pause to remember the 343 Firemen lost on 9/11/01 and the trucks that went with them, trucks crushed in the rubble, crushed with the memories of the things the cabs had seen... crushed without tools because you never get off the truck empty handed... crushed because Heroes run in when everyone else runs out...
As someone who is privileged to be able to drive and maintain one of these trucks I can't thank my community enough for the trust they place in us, in the pumps, ladders and tools, water and hose... And in the trucks...