A dozen years. Over 4000 days. Like most New Yorkers I have strange relationship with the day. Like many New Yorkers I knew people that were killed there. If not for the war zone traffic that morning I'd probably be amongst them. I was driving toward the towers when the first one fell down. I was on the Brooklyn Bridge when the second tower came down. I stood in the debris snow storm in front of J&R trying to help. The situation at that point was fubar - That night I was back digging through debris with no masks, no real tools, and not much direction.

I was not a photographer at that point. Most days I refuse to say I'm a photographer now. I was still a New York City cop. I had a small camera. Nothing special but it was my first digital and I took about 30 images in the time between hurrying up to go to some staging point or another.

I've had hard drive failures that unfortunately lost the original files but here are three of them.