One photographer ended her program (creating from the heart) with a sort of photo essay that began with her talking about the condo she and her husband had bought last year because of the view ... of south Manhattan ... and how every day they enjoyed watching the day across the Hudson. And then Sept. 11 came, and their landscape changed. The presenter went into Manhattan when people were allowed back, and she did a photo study on the way people were using images in the aftermath.

She was talking about all the photos posted by families missing their loved ones, and how after you'd walked through the streets for a while, and seen the same faces again and again, you started to feel like you knew these people because you'd seen them in their living rooms, and on vacation, and at parties with their friends.

Anyway, the thing that touched me most was when she pointed out to a room full of pro photographers and imagers that the most important photos we have are the ones on our refrigerator.

That was a pretty amazing statement to me.

Today at work we had the hideous meeting from hell where the brass told us to tone it back down to mediocrity or they'd find someone who would. I'm overstating a bit, but not that much. I don't want to talk about it. Needless to say, my peers and I capped off the day with tequila.