Smoke pours from Ground Zero, view from the West Side Highway, shortly after both Twin Towers collapsed.
One fire fighter, lucky to be alive.
Looking down Eighth Avenue, shortly after the collapse of the Twin Towers.
Smoke poured from Ground Zero and filled the air for days.
Emergency vehicles, with Ground Zero in the background.
Sirens wailed for days around Ground Zero.
Weary workers returning from Ground Zero.
One tired soldier mans a check-point at Chambers Street.
The burning towers filled the sky with smoke for days, turning the sunsets into an orange glow.
Weary workers on Greenwich Street.
Building Seven smolders with the remains of the Twin Towers behind.
Firemen poor water onto the remains of Building Seven. Building Seven burned and collapsed after a generator diesel tank high in the building caught fire.
Exhausted worker at Ground Zero. Dust from the Twin Towers, covers everything.
Firefighters taking a break.
Off to work another shift at Ground Zero.
Fine powdered dust from the collapsed buildings covered everything in the neighborhood.
Windows gone, tires blown.
Vehicles crushed like paper.
RIP. God Bless America.
Crushed vehicles everywhere.
Emotion was close to the surface.
I love USA. Bomb the Middle East. VENGEANCE!
We gazed on in a strange fascination at the crushed cars that littered my neighborhood.
More crushed vehicles litter the streets.
Flattened vehicles in Tribeca.
The inside of a burned out police vehicle.
Vehicles crushed beyond recognition.
Deserted streets of SOHO on the afternoon of 911. These streets would normally be jammed with people and cars.
Soho closed down.
Lights and sirens all night long.
Lights and sirens filled the nights.
The glow of Ground Zero at night time.
A resting soldier, on Cambers street.
And the press moved in.
The President Busch motorcade leaving Ground Zero.
Hero signs adorn the West Side Highway.