went to Short Hills, New Jersey, where close friends of ours live.
It was on the train ride from Hoboken that we first heard of the
other planes that hit the Pentagon and western Pennsylvania. Quite
a horrific but yet surreal experience. I was so happy by then, though,
because I was able to bring my daughter and I to safety. Nothing
I've been asked if I regret not being able to have freely photographed
more or have gone back to shoot after reuniting our daughter with
my wife. Not for a second. It was an easy decision. In a way, I
was amazed I got the images I did. All I shot was two rolls. I was
able to go back a few days later and get some shots of "ground
zero" from a perch above my apartment building.