8 Days in September
These pictures were taken between 9.11.2001 through 9.18.2001 in Manhattan.
That morning was like any other. I'd overslept and J was on the computer listening to music with his headphones on, messing around with a bridge building simulator. Dad called in the morning to see if we were okay. Of course we were, why wouldn't we be? We were in the dark still.
When he broke the news, I didn't believe him. I thought he was pulling my leg. I opened the window and the first thing I noticed was the smell. Something was burning. I walked out onto the fire escape and saw others on theirs. All eyes looked downtown at the plume of gray and black smoke. Saw the ppl on the street in disblief. I remember feeling shocked and dizzy. Tuesday morning and no downtown traffic, no cabbies clogging Lexington ave. Sound of Armory officers yelling out orders. It was unreal.
I came in and told J about it but he didn't believe me either. He thought I was playing a joke. I turned on the tv but all the channels were kaput excepts for channel 2. Pentagon was hit, it wasn't..was it? The rumors flews like there was no tomorrow. All the planes were accounted for except one. Which one, was it headed for new york too? California? No one knew. It was the plane that crashed in Pennsylvania.
I've never seen J like that, so quiet, so angry. He could not get a word out for about 5 minutes. I asked him if he was scared, but he said no. He said he wasn't afraid of death. I on the otherhand went through a myriad of emotions ranging from being scared, angry and bitter. I cried alot then.
These photos aren't earth shattering or anything like that. I was new to photography then. Just my record of my 45 photos during 8 day in September, 2001.
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