the 11th

i was in nyc november 2001. the friend with whom i was staying and i walked across the brooklyn bridge and down to lower manhattan. the buildings, the streets, cars, windows, handrails to the subway - all were covered in the ash. i remember being struck by the silence, and that the air seemed terribly heavy. we spent some time there, and i took a few photos of the remains of the building, thinking someday it would be powerful to show the photos to my children.

all the other photos i took on that visit to new york turned out - except the photos of ground zero. true story.