West Side Highway
34th Street and 9th Avenue
While I have no direct loss to the horrors of the day, I feel the heaviness as many of us do about September 11th. I find it hard to watch footage of the planes beating into the Towers or listening to the saved messages of cries for help that have aired recently.
I went photographing the streets as far as I could get and on a mission to give blood, only, there were not enough people coming out of the wreckage to give it to. The city was so quiet in the days after and more compassionate. People actually asked random strangers if they were ok. We lost so many things but I think the one of legacies is our the ripping down of our naivety. Now stepping into a subway car or tall building becomes a bit of a leap of faith that it will be uneventful. I can only hope that this feeling will go away with time but I’m not sure that it should.
