Not many know i did this; at dawn on September 12th, 2001, I rode a bike down to Ground Zero with my camera. The towers has collapsed less than a day before. Army and NYPD were there, but they were too stunned to stop us from walking right into the site.In retrospect, I am realizing that after that day I was never again just a tourist wandering in the city.I have not looked back into those images often. I had never meant to dwell on it. It didn’t feel right until now, 2017.There was a lot of ash all over. By letting these out now that the times are ripe, I am preparing to work on artist book about destruction/construction cycles.This was the last frame out of the three 35mm rolls I had on me: our own feet. Caminante, no hay camino. El camino se hace al caminar.
