The details I remember best are all the ambulances - lined up for blocks - with no one to transport. All the blood donation lines of giving people that were not required. The dust in Brooklyn. Walking home with thousands of others over the Brooklyn Bridge. Being worried about riding on the subways. Seeing a woman at breakfast the next morning duck, then cry, as a plane flew overhead.
The next day, as the dust was landing in Brooklyn, I made my way to the site, when security was still light, and took these pictures. The pictures have never been published and have just sat in my photo archives - I guess I'm not sure why, but now it feels ok to put them out there.
I believe you can click on the photos to enlarge them, with helps with some of the subtly, like below where advertising says - Choose Success -
I think the scenes that captured the life before the attack - the still lifes of gym equipment and billboards - they remained static although the world had changed.
And all the unfiltered unabashed earnestness that existed for a few months.
I made my way down to the site and helped with the bucket lines, but eventually wondered off with a first wave digital camera that maybe held 20 or 30 photos and pushed the boundaries of my courage. On the day after, you had no idea which buildings were still yet to tumble. I explored what I think was the World Financial Building - a very tall building, with no one inside, that could collapse at any time, with alarms going off wildly.
I think the building behind was Building 7 that came down the next day while I was having a beer on 51 street at an Irish Pub.
A firetruck and its inhabitants buried.