9.11.01

I don't intend on rambling, but all the same these pictures need a little introduction.

For the past few years I've been meaning to go back through the negatives I shot while in New York the evening of September 11th and the following week.

Every time I brought out the three ring binder I would think better of it, put it back on the shelf and say "there will be other years."

Well, this year. I must have been drinking just the right amount because I started scanning. It is strange to edit work you shot 10 years prior, sobering at how far I have come in image making and amazing how emotions can hide away in a small piece of plastic, gelatin and silver.

As a young photojournalism student I left from Rochester soon after the attacks happened with a couple of friends.

We spent the week wandering around the city, taking pictures and volunteering.

I can't say that the images I made were "good." The vast majority were just bad. But hidden among them were some frames that show a side of the city that week I have not seen since.