On September 11, 2001 I lived in New York City's East Village. I watched the towers fall while standing in the middle of University Place near the Cedar Tavern. In the hours, days, weeks and months that followed I did not make many images.
This week as I thought of how I would mark this solemn anniversary I considered posting one or more of the images from 2001. For some reason they didn't resonate with me emotionally. They felt like mere records.
Smoke II developed organically this week as my remembrance.
