This sign was on the front window of a deli on 7th avenue and 29th street a couple days after the attacks. The firefighters, police, and rescue workers were working around the clock at Ground Zero, so city businesses did their best to keep them fed and hydrated.
Detail from the permanent temporary memorial, Shanksville, PA, April 25, 2002.
This photo was taken the 1st weekend in October 2000. It was taken from the Windows on the World. When I see it now, and think of the awe the scene evoked, it is sad that this view of Manhattan can never again be enjoyed, and that so many who worked there were lost.
Was our first time to N.Y. (November 1990).
My cousin was at the funeral of the father of a friend. The images in this photo are a stark reminder that freedom isn't free...
this is a photo of my fiance of Ironworkers Local 40, James Horch, and co-wokers, as they toiled 24/7 ton the clean-up. He worked there over 5 months , I walked him to the check point evry morning he was there. I live 2 short blockes from Ground Zero.
Here is a picture of the view I USED to have here at UNICEF. This picture was taking on the roof at the beginning of the Summer. This is also where I was standing early Tuesday morning. I had gotten a phone call, telling me that a plane had hit one of the towers. I hung up and ran to the roof. I was watching the fire and great amount of smoke coming from the north tower. I was one of 3 people up on the roof. We were talking when all of a sudden we saw this tremendous explosion in the south tower. I was in shock. I cant believe I just saw that. By this time there were more and more people coming up to the roof to watch. At this point I had no idea what was going on because I just had gotten off the phone, and hurried to the roof. The people start telling me that those planes were hijacked, and that there are more planes in the air. It wasn't to much later when I saw police coming to the UN building, getting out of the cars in a way you usually see in the movies. A quick stop, doors left open, and the officers running to the guard booth. At this point I am still in shock, but there was a voice inside that said "Get the fuck out of Manhattan". I went down to my office, called my boss, and told him I was leaving. I locked my door, and left the building, but I did not know where to go. I thought it wouldn't be a good idea to go to Penn station, so I went to my home office, which is just a block away. It was there that I learned the Pentagon was hit too. That voice inside my head was now making a lot of sense. I had made some phone calls, telling people that I was ok. I had heard that the city was shut down, and no bridges or tunnels were open. I really didn't know what to do. I was pacing in the office, listening to the radio. I had this overwhelming need to get out. I decided to go to the 59th street bridge and see for myself. While walking up to the bridge, I passed a bar that had its doors open, and TVs on. I watched in horror as the first tower collapsed. That little voice was screaming now, and I left the bar and continued to the bridge. To my surprise, it was open, not only to pedestrians, but also to cars. This is where I was amazed. I was ready to walk across but I didn't need to . Every car that was heading out was pulling over to pick people up. I got into a minivan, with a bunch of other strangers, and was across in 10 mins. Say what you want about New Yorkers, but when the shit hits the fan, we come together. I got out of the van, and started to walk towards Northern Blvd. The traffic eastbound (out of the city) was tremendous. I kept walking. I just wanted to get as far away as I could. All the time, looking back at the smoke blanketing the city. After about 2 hours of walking, I got into a cab, and headed to my girlfriends job. It was here where I saw an F-15 fighter screaming thru the sky. I thought I'd never see that in NY. Since then I have seen a few fighters, here and there, but somewhat disturbing is watching it from the back deck of my house. That used to be my sanctuary. A place where I can go to watch the water and seagulls, and the boats pass by. Not anymore. It just doesn't have that soothing effect anymore. I feel kinda dull. Sort of emotionless. Having said this, I am one of the fortunate ones. Everyone I know and love, made it out alive. And I know people that were much closer than I. There is one thing that I have noticed that is a positive. Everyone seems to be much nicer now. More patient. Especially on the road. Even I am incredibly nice. And for those that know me, I am the King of Road Rage. Ok, maybe not the King, but definitely the Prince. I just hope it stays that way. This is just one of millions of stories from September 11th. I hope I never see anything like this again. I will never be the same.
Chico's mural, Avenue A at 14th St. This is normally a loud, busy intersection, but on this morning (September 13), as people were beginning to gather in front of the mural, the quiet was deafening.
on the ferry to state island August 1991
This is a graph of my heart rate as I was jogging on the Brooklyn Bridge the morning of September 11. It was recorded by a Polar S610 heart rate monitor that I wear when I run.
This is a picture of the angels that were left at the Permanent Temporary Memorial. I visited the memorial, and took this photo on April 25, 2002. The man in the lower corner is Mills Kelly, he is hold the flag back, so that I could get a better focus on the names, one of which is a UAL flight attendant's. The wind in this area is intense 100% of the time according to local residents. It was an overwhelming experience to be there.
This is the plaque that was made and given to Patrick O'Keefe's son.
Liberty and the Towers. Lucky enough to visit your beautiful country in 1983.
Wide shot of Lower Manhattan March 14, 2002 - Tribute In Lights.
This picture was taken from Libery Island on July 5th. My friend Toshiyuki wgo lives in New York took the shot. I was there for a few days to visit that incredible city. WTC has filled my eyes since the first day I was there.
A familiar site to anyone who walks or rides over the Brooklyn Bridge