If there were one single image that captured the bridge collapse and the days that followed, what would that image be? The first moment? I'm standing in someone's front yard when my cell phone rings and the executive producer says 'drop everything right now, and get to the 35W bridge.'

We're often broken from stories, so that part wasn't out of the ordinary but he went on to say 'we think the bridge fell down.' I snapped my phone shut and turned to my photographer and said, 'well, this is weird.' An hour later. We've talked our way into the RiverView apartment building and out onto the roof. Step by step, as we were walking to the edge of the building more and more of the scene came into view. And there it was. It looked like a twisted black ribbon, like a banner that had been laid across the river. That was the first impression.

After a few moments the magnitude of the collapse was clear. The fire and the smoke, the flashing lights and the sound of sirens. It was a disaster scene. But then again, there were other images that didn't seem to fit. There were people standing on the bridge, pacing, talking on their cell phones like they were stuck in a traffic jam that wasn't moving at all. Out of their cars, calling their family to say they were stuck and not going to make it to dinner. That's what it looked like. I've met people who lost loved ones on the bridge that day. I've met people who were seriously hurt. I've met witnesses who tell harrowing stories of the unimaginable scene that played out through their windshields.

And while all of their faces and stories stay with me, that's not my 'bridge image.' I've seen the new bridge, watched the crews connect one side of the river to the next. I was there when a worker walked across on a ladder. And now the gap is closed. And that's my image. When the bridge fell, everyone in our state stopped and turned to look. Now for me, a year later, the story has shifted. It used to be a story about a fallen bridge, now it's a story about what's being done about that fallen bridge, and the lives it changed. I think it's amazing that today, less than a year later, someone can once again walk from shore to shore. We rebuilt that bridge! That's nothing short of amazing. Amazing. Stand there and look -it's amazing. That said, a bridge can be replaced. A mom or dad can't. You can't replace a brother or son.

So my prayers are with the families who lost their loved ones. I hope that we continue to work as hard to help the victims and the families of the victims rebuild their lives at the same pace so that they too can get across to their 'other shore,' and move on with their lives. My image: It hasn't happened yet, but I hope it does.

I picture the families of those who were lost, the survivors, their families and friends, everyone person who was hurt or still suffers... I hope to see all of them walking across that bridge. From what happened to what happens next. And the rest of us following right behind them.