Not many of my friends 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 the concept of “us”, as in the pronoun. The 2019 congressional composition is invigorating!
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 andar (Antonio Machado).
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