I was watching Good Morning America when a news bulletin came
on saying that a plane had apparently crashed into the World Trade
Center. I stared at the image on the screen for about a minute,
not believing. My brain finally kicked in and I grabbed my camera
bag and ran to the Brooklyn Heights Promenade, about five blocks
away. Papers, hundreds of them, were floating through the air.
As I ran, I switched from a wide angle to a 300MM. From the corner
of my eye, I saw a huge aircraft approaching the South Tower at
a ridiculously low altitude. As I raised my camera to my eye,
the South Tower erupted in a ball of flames.
The morning of the first opening bell since the disaster, we walked
down to Wall Street. Everywhere we looked, there was the strange
juxtaposition of signs of the tragedy, and people's attempts to
get back to some semblance of normalcy. We were all still shell-shocked
by last week's events, but it gave us strength to see that people
were determined to return to work, that familiar systems would once
again operate. It is an important part of the healing process to
be able to move forward, without forgetting what has happened before.
The kindness in the heart of whomever left these flowers left a
lasting impression on me.
As events were unfolding and the shock was wearing off I decided
to round up a few other female freelance photographers from the
Boston area, and head to New York. We went straight into Manhattan
early Thursday morning, and spent the day making pictures. After
12 hours of inhaling death we decided to go across the river and
watch the lightning and thunderstorm approach the city. Then it
was time to head back to Boston.
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