Week Two: September 18-24
|West Side Highway|
In Tribeca, just north of the towers, there is constant but subdued activity. An array of organizations is represented: Secret Service, National Guard, Red Cross.
|Pink bag, red cross|
Reporters are everywhere, capturing moments of hope and fear and grief.
Streets are closed, streets are opened, streets are closed again.
After ten or twelve days the constant police presence begins to feel almost normal.
|Checking IDs on Canal Street|
|National Guard tents in Battery Park|
|Another B+ interview|
|Broken windows on the world|
|The Pile, from Greenwich St|
The acrid smell of the smoking pile is worst at night. When the wind is to the north, the fumes seep into my apartment and permeate everything.
|Raising the flag|
After a full two weeks, some flags return to full mast. The pile still burns.
The memorials remain, and grow.
|... and the mourning|
|The missing ...|
|The Statue of Liberty|
|Looking across Battery Park|
And I become a tourist in my own city.