These are from a group taken on the Eve of the Fifth Anniversary. I went down to the site with Molly, my dog, to look around thinking we would have time to be alone and together as we were five years earlier.
It seems fitting to begin sharing my photos with images which recall the moment that everything turned. Our neighborhood has two positions on our internal dial, before 9/11 and after. On that morning, I had a camera and rolls of film. I didn't touch them. I didn't want to record what I saw.
Here are some of the Citizens I saw on the Eve of the Fifth Anniversary. The first three are at the site. The last is, in fact, the last motorcycle in the President's motorcade after the service at St. Paul's Chapel. It passed by my loft on Chambers Street in early evening.
There were a few people who stopped to watch the President and the officers that surrounded him. My eye was in my camera. But the camera caught what my eye had not: across the street and to the right, and in this photo very blurred, a single man is saluting. He stands there in every frame I shot, alone, unmoving, until the last motorcycle had passed.
