Week One: September 11-17
|As close as I went|
Tuesday, 9:07 am. I stand on West Broadway, a few blocks south of Canal Street, looking straight at the burning buildings. People on the street are crying, staring, confused.
A few cars and vans, some dirty or damaged, filter north from the towers, but most of the traffic is emergency vehicles, heading south.
|Truth in advertising|
As the week goes on, the emergency vehicles settle into regular patterns, but don’t stop. Heavy equipment and buses in, dump trucks out.
|The morning after|
|Canal Street memorial|
|Avenue of the Americas|
|Looking down Church Street|
Police barriers, memorials, missing posters and candles spring up everywhere.
|Greenwich VIllage phone booth|
Unused wheel dozers sit idle, taking up blocks of asphalt.
|World of Golf|
|The pile, the dome, the flag|
Behind the police lines, dust and ash.
Some businesses begin cleaning, others will remain closed for months.
|So much paper|
|A window on John St|
By the end of the week most streets have been plowed and swept, but rooftops remain covered with dust and debris.
In some places the dust has been put to use: as a memorial, and as a warning.
|Bin you in a heap of trouble boy|