Week Two: September 18-24
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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.
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Pink bag, red cross |
Reporters are everywhere, capturing moments of hope and fear and grief.
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Off-camera |
Streets are closed, streets are opened, streets are closed again.
After ten or twelve days the constant police presence begins to feel almost normal.
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Checking IDs on Canal Street |
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Secret? |
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National Guard tents in Battery Park |
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Another B+ interview |
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Broken windows on the world |
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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.
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The Pile |
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Raising the flag |
After a full two weeks, some flags return to full mast. The pile still burns.
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Union Square |
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Centre Street |
The memorials remain, and grow.
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... and the mourning |
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The missing ... |
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The Statue of Liberty |
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Looking across Battery Park |
And I become a tourist in my own city.
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New skyline |