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Every Picture Tells A Story

"Satan in the smoke"
"The hand of god"
9/11/2001 - 9/11/2020

9/11, 2020

This picture only happened because of the pandemic.

On the nineteenth anniversary of 9/11 during COVID-19, I watched the ceremony from Connecticut. It was hard to find it on television, and I became very sad as the names were recited.

I looked at my wife and said, “I have to go to the Tower of Light tonight.”

At 5:30am on the Louis Valentino Pier in Red Hook, I saw the clouds come down and capture the lights above the city in a view I have never seen before as New York City triumphantly brought the Tower of Light tribute back to the skies above Ground Zero after first announcing its cancellation due to the pandemic.

I felt a calmness and relief I have not had since the attack occurred.

When we had the 20th anniversary in 2021, all the feelings returned just as raw as that fateful morning in 2001. It may as well have been yesterday.

NEVER FORGET

9/11, 2001

By Mark D Phillips

People still ask, “What was it like on September 11th?”

We never say the year. We don’t have to. It has joined the ranks of “Dates which will live in Infamy.”

The only reason I was home on September 11, 2001, was for a happy occasion. Andrea, Eliza and I were all going together as a family to Eliza’s first day of pre-school. We were up early, we were excited, and we had no idea what was really in store for us on that day. I always loved the Twin Towers. Their box shapes dominated the skyline wherever you were. If you were lost in the West Village, you would just look for them and know that was south. They were comforting. They weren’t the prettiest buildings architecturally, but they were grand. And when the sun hit them just right, they were twin pillars of gold.

It began with a shout from the living room. “Mark, come see this now!” my wife Andrea shouted.

The picture on the television screen was one we never dreamed could happen. The Today Show was broadcasting live footage of the World Trade Center’s north tower on fire. The impossible was underway.

Instincts took over.

Not even waiting for an explanation, I ran from the room, grabbed two cameras, and went to the roof of my home in Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn. Living just three miles from lower Manhattan, I had photographed the World Trade Center Twin Towers many times from the deck atop my house.

As I raised the hatch to climb out on the roof, I heard the loudest explosion in my memory. Looking toward the city, smoke and flames were billowing from both towers.

I immediately raised my digital Olympus E-10 camera and took the first photo. THE photo. It was 9:04 am.

The rest of the day seems surreal now. Bits and pieces stand out over the 20 years. Sitting in front of the laptop sending images of the Twin Towers looking like two chimneys in lower Manhattan, the dust cloud after the buildings collapsed, the intense sorrow when the realization hit of how many people died, the intense relief at the sound of military jets over the city…..I could keep going on.

The one thing I will always be most grateful for is sitting with my wife and daughter late that night having a slice of pizza. So many lives were inextricably changed that day in horrible ways. The fact that we were together and safe washed over me at the end of our Day of Infamy.

We will always remember the Twin Towers — and not just the way they appeared on 9/11. They were beautiful. They were targets.

In 1993, when the first terrorist bomb was detonated in the parking garage, I managed to get in to capture the devastation of that attack. It was horrific as well. Terrorism is a word that should be excised from the language.

I want to remember the Twin Towers in their glory; a brilliant red sunset from under the Brooklyn Bridge with the towers soaring over the skyline; a ferry ride to New Jersey where the Statue of Liberty and the Twin Towers filled my field of view, welcoming me home; a Moon rise that climbed the side of the towers. These are the images that stand out in my memory.

We all changed that day. Unfortunately. evil exists in our world. Somehow I captured an image that embodied it. But always try to remember the good. It is the only way we will prevail over evil.


9/11, Never forget

A Stricken City

Smoke rises from lower Manhattan the night after the Twin Towers collapsed on September 11, 2001.

Three days later, the Brooklyn Heights Promenade is covered with candles on the night of 9/14/2001. Smoke would continue to rise from the World Trade Center site in lower Manhattan for weeks.

LA times magazine

| changed lives

Maggie Farley of the LA Times interviewed me on the roof of my condo building in Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn, where I witnessed the 9/11 attack,

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