On September 11, 2001, I remember watching on TV with Rebecca as the second plane crashed into the Twin Towers. As I gathered my cameras in our Brooklyn apartment to head into lower Manhattan, Rebecca—who has had little experience photographing conflict or violence—said she wanted to go with me. I balked. Shouldn’t she stay in Brooklyn, away from the chaos? Perhaps I shouldn’t even go—a startling notion for a photographer like me who’d sometimes covered violent situations in the past. Who knew what might happen to our city next on that terrible morning? What if we were separated and unable to communicate during another wave of violence? So we chose to stay together and do one of the few things we know how to do—respond with a camera.
And it was utter chance when, after parking our car near the Brooklyn Bridge in order to proceed to Manhattan on foot, a woman came out of a Brooklyn Heights building and asked if we wanted to see what Manhattan looked like from her roof. Now, looking back at this photograph some 15 years later, I’m not sure I would have seen this particular photograph—with its note of tenderness and looming tragedy—if Rebecca had not been with me.--AW; Photo AW, Brooklyn, NY, September 11, 2001 #slantrhymes #remembering911 #alexwebb