September 11, 2001, New York City
These photographs are always difficult for me to look at.
On September 11th, 2001, I stood on my roof and watched as the World Trade Center burned, and fell. I walked around the streets of downtown Manhattan and watched the blank faces drift past. I spent the night at the piers, tearing up strips of cloth for dust masks, thinking we were doing something to help. I went to Union Square where hundreds gathered and lit candles, and prayed. And I went down to the site of the towers to find a city still buried under dust and debris, forever changed.
This is what I saw.