http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/...column-region®ion=top-news&WT.nav=top-newsThey were killed in the moments that might have made the next set of snapshots.
Waiting for a bus, or a subway or a plane. Chilling out at the beach. Lining up for trophies after a soccer match. Praying, riding a bicycle, taking that Sunday stroll in a park.
What emerges is a tapestry of lives interrupted, splayed out gradually in those photographs, in anecdotal shards or bits of memory shared by those left behind, in the details of their dreams and the things left undone.