Week One: September 11-17
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Watching |
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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.
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Lispenard St |
A few cars and vans, some dirty or damaged, filter north from the towers, but most of the traffic is emergency vehicles, heading south.
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Lucky |
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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.
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The morning after |
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Canal Street memorial |
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Greenwich Village |
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Avenue of the Americas |
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Looking down Church Street |
Police barriers, memorials, missing posters and candles spring up everywhere.
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Greenwich VIllage phone booth |
Unused wheel dozers sit idle, taking up blocks of asphalt.
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John St |
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World of Golf |
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Ground Zero |
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The pile, the dome, the flag |
Behind the police lines, dust and ash.
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OTB |
Some businesses begin cleaning, others will remain closed for months.
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Window wash |
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So much paper |
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A window on John St |
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Graphics art |
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.
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Bin you in a heap of trouble boy |