The Day My World Changed; A Personal Story About September 11, 2001

I was on my way to the International Association of Chiefs of Police conference in Toronto one month after the events of 9/11. I had a stop in NYC and was fortunate to know some high rankingpolice officials who escorted me to the World Trade Center site. Although a solemn place, I wasgiven permission to discretely make a few photographs of the site. It was dusk and I was usinga Leica Minilux with a 40mm f/2.4 lens and Kodak 100 negative film. Words alone cannot describehow I felt standing there, knowing there were hundreds of bodies buried in the rubble. Thisscene is one that has haunted me since. (click to enlarge)Today is the 25th anniversary of the tragic events of September 11, 2001. Twenty-five years seems like a long time, but that morning is still very clear in my mind. I can remember the confusion, the disbelief and then the realization that what I saw on television was not something happening somewhere else. It was happening to us. It was happening in our own backyard. I was…