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Australian David Officer took this photo from the Empire State Building on September 10, , and was planning to visit the World Trade Centre with his family the next day. Monday the 10th we visited the Empire State Building and bought our 'superpass', which included the observation deck at the World Trade Centre. It was a fairly hazy day on Monday so we decided to wait for a clearer day to visit the WTC. It was as clear as a bell so we determined today was the day to do the WTC. We went down to a cafe on Broadway for breakfast with the idea of going straight down to the WTC after breakfast.
My wife must have dawdled a bit because she saw a plane overhead and thought to herself, "gee, that's very low". I immediately thought that some idiot in a Cessna had not been watching what he was doing. It shortly became apparent that it was a bit bigger than that.
When the second plane hit I realised that it hadn't been an accident and that it must be terrorism. We basically finished our breakfast and went back to our room to watch the rest of the events unfold on TV along with the rest of the world. After that all the tourist attractions closed so we spent a few days wandering the streets of Manhattan as we could not go anywhere. Food even started to run a little short and it was quite surreal to be wandering around with fighter jets flying overhead the whole time.
We had airline tickets to Orlando to go to Disney World but it soon became apparent that planes were not going to fly for a time so we ended up hiring a car and driving there. I still think of those events fairly regularly as I look at my family and think how lucky we were. I'm sure we would not have survived being on the observation deck as I think I would have tried to go to the roof expecting to be helicoptered off , rather than going down through the stairwells.
It wasn't until we were back from our run the day was an absolutely perfect fall day and we had driven to an area where they had some beautiful wooded trails and I had showered that the phone rang, and it was my sister from Canada checking to see if I was okay. September marks the beginning of the ecclesiastical year in the Eastern Orthodox Church. Ancient Roman observances for September include Ludi Romani , originally celebrated from September 12 to September 14, later extended to September 5 to September I wondered what had happened to the driver and prayed that he was okay. Then the TV broke in with news that a small plane had apparently hit one of the towers; from then on the story unfolded.
Artist Monika Bravo was filming out the window from her studio on the 92nd floor of the World Trade Centre's Tower One as a storm rolled across the city. One of her fellow resident artists was killed in the attacks the next day. Still images taken from footage filmed on the 92nd floor of the World Trade Centre's Tower One during a storm on the evening of September 10, What do you recall about that day, and the circumstances in which you took the video? Back then I was part of a residency program on the 92nd floor, Tower One at World Trade Centre sponsored by the Lower Manhattan Cultural Council; it was a residency that gave 15 artists the possibility to work in a corporate environment for a period of six months.
I had started going at the end of May, but always felt an uneasiness being inside of the building. As a matter of fact, I had painted all my walls black and had blocked the views from my window. One of the reasons I wanted a studio up there was to be able to film the clouds; the whole summer I had waited to film some clouds until September 10 at 2: On that Monday things were a bit weird. I remember leaving the space a bit before midnight and taking the tape out of my camera I never did that before.
Originally I was planning on staying the whole night making a hour video, but my husband Juan called me around 11pm and suggested I go home because according to him I had no water and sleeping over would be very uncomfortable.
I left the building; two other fellows stayed. One of them, Michael Richards, an artist from Jamaica, perished during the attacks. The morning of September 11, , I woke up around 7: We were having breakfast upstairs. At the time we lived in a duplex apartment in Brooklyn Heights where we could see both towers from the bedroom window. The phone rang and Juan answered it; it was my friend Susanna asking whether I was home or at the studio. As Juan replied, he [turned] towards the window and a few minutes later we saw the second plane crashing into the second tower.
At that moment I decided not to watch it live. Some years before I had made the conscious choice to either experience events fully or to record them via a camera; same with this. I needed a filter and went downstairs and turned the TV on; this allowed me some form of detachment. I was aware that it was happening, but was detached to the fact that it was happening to me. We sat in front of the TV for hours in shock; we managed to call our family and close friends immediately to let them know we were fine. I started to call the rest of the artists just to make sure no-one was in the building, but Michael never answered and a few hours later we were told he was among the thousand that were missing.
We organised a meeting two days later to deal with practical issues, such as what to do now that we had no studio; some artists had lost a great deal of work and tools, so we needed to create a comfortable zone where we could operate both physically and psychologically. During one of these meetings at my house a few days later, I remembered having the footage and I decided to make a film of it right away and give a copy to the rest of the people at the residency.
I dedicated it to Michael's memory. The film is called September 10, , Uno nunca muere la vispera, a Spanish saying that translates something like, one cannot die on the eve, one never dies before it's time. A friend of mine on the day after, when she learned I was safe, wrote it in the subject line of an email.
I found it not only true but extremely poetic and that is why I used it as the title. What is beautiful about the film is that you can always feel the presence of both buildings and the landscape around them; it starts with a view of the Statue of Liberty being completely covered by a cloud as the raindrops start touching the window. It is very eerie, yet very melancholic; it is not about the attacks, but it's an ode to the day before. I experienced loss at a very early age when my father suddenly died in an accident; that not only shaped my life and work but gave me so much perspective.
I believe it also gave me a strong sense of purpose; that is why I went off to live my life as fully and to experience as much as I could in order to find my own voice. When I think of what happened 10 years ago, I feel that taken out of context it was a big event, but seeing it in the map of my entire life it is part of the daily transformation I am committed to.
It did make me question and asserted my compromise with being an artist and how I just serve as vehicle for it. Honestly, I never felt I was close to death that day, on the contrary it made me feel so close to life. Mike Horan says the date stamped on this photo, which he posed for less than 24 hours before the Twin Towers fell, transforms an otherwise unremarkable holiday snap.
Mike Horan stands in front of the New York skyline on September 10, September 10 , was just another enjoyable day of an eventful trip that my girlfriend and I made to New York that year. We had travelled from Limerick, Ireland to visit my sister who was living in Manhattan with her fiance. While there we spontaneously decided to get married and tied the knot in NY City Hall on September 7. I guess the remaining days of our holiday could have been considered as our honeymoon. As the ferry made its way across the Upper New York Bay I recall the excellent view of the Downtown skyline and the unique perspective you get from the bay.
The towers were the dominant feature and five days earlier we were at the top looking down at the ferry I was on now. As our tour of the immigration museum drew to an end we visited the American Immigrant Wall of Honour to search for family names. This area of the museum overlooks the Statue of Liberty and the New York skyline. I asked my now-wife to take a photograph of me with the skyline in the background. The time of the photo was approximately 5: We had borrowed the camera and I was unfamiliar with the settings so it was only when we returned home to Ireland and had the photos developed that we realised the date settings had been switched on and all the snaps of our New York visit contained the date within the picture.
The date, which is not in the American format, uniquely transforms this otherwise unremarkable holiday snap. When I showed my holiday photos to friends and family it was this picture that received the greatest reaction purely because of the presence of the date, which gives it a sense of eeriness due to the impending carnage that was soon to follow. I think the date has the appearance of a timer counting down the dying moments of an old world since replaced by the tense and paranoid world we live in today. Q Tell me about your experiences on September 11, On the morning of September 11, my sister and her fiance had gotten up early to go to work.
Unlike me and my wife and another couple who were staying in the apartment, they, sensibly, had not been sampling cocktails in a nearby bar until the early hours. I remember waking up to the sound of drilling from a nearby construction site and looking up at the window out to a clear blue sky, feeling glad about the weather but sorry about my pounding head.
The phone started ringing in the next room and I just lay there hoping someone else would get up to answer it. Finally it stopped ringing and the answering machine clicked in; I could hear my sister saying with great urgency, "if you are there, go and look at the TV, quick". My wife and I stumbled out of bed and woke up the other couple who happened to be sleeping on a sofa bed in front of the TV.
It was just before 9am when we switched on the news channel and we could see a picture of one of the Twin Towers with smoke bellowing from the top floors. My first thought was that perhaps a light aircraft had crashed into the tower. However, moments later we saw another explosion from the other tower which we all greeted with an array of expletives and from that moment on everything became surreal. All four of us just sat there in our nightclothes staring as events unfolded before us live on TV; we were unable to comprehend that these catastrophic events were occurring just four miles away.
Various phone calls from my sister followed as she could see everything from the window of her midtown office. My sister's fiance called from his office in Connecticut to say that we should remain where we were and that there were rumours that more planes were heading for other iconic buildings, including the United Nations building. The apartment we were in was on 51st St, off 1st Ave, and just four blocks away from the UN building. Following his call, news filtered in that a plane had crashed into the Pentagon.
I thought that if we need to run away from a disaster scene we should at least be wearing shoes, so I suggested that we all get our shoes on. It seems weird that amidst all the chaos I was concerned about our lack of footwear. We continued to watch events on the TV, anxiously listening to see if we would need to evacuate. Watching the towers collapse was horrific as we knew the casualty numbers would be astronomical.
I remember looking at her and thinking, "are you for real? On the footpaths coming from the direction of downtown Manhattan we began to see thousands of workers walking towards us, many heading for the Queensboro Bridge in a scene of what can only be described as mass evacuation. You could virtually hear a pin drop as they all marched past totally bewildered. Even though there were several hospitals nearby the ambulance activity was remarkably low, which made me think that perhaps there were no injured, just dead.
US jet fighters sporadically began flying over the streets, adding to the dreamlike atmosphere and giving a feeling we were under siege. We went to one hospital to give blood; a large crowd had gathered for the same reason but we were told they were only looking for blood from US nationals.
We then went to a nearby pub where we had arranged to meet my sister. The pub was full of people who had been evacuated from downtown, many of whom were unable to get home. It was quite a relaxed atmosphere as people drank and talked about the events of the day, but I got a sense that the enormity and reality of what had occurred had not yet kicked in.
As the evening wore on the streets began to look empty, the buzz of Manhattan had been temporarily extinguished. I wondered what had happened to the driver and prayed that he was okay. When people ask where you were on September 11th and I tell them I was there in Manhattan they are intrigued and want to know my story. But just like them and most people in the world I saw it unfold on TV and to this day the actual event still seems unreal. I'll never forget the posters of the missing people that started to appear all over the city and friends and families gathering outside hospitals hoping to find their loved ones safe - tragically mostly in vain.
I witnessed empty, ghostly Manhattan streets the day after and when people did eventually return to work it was not uncommon to see people fleeing office blocks based on rumours of bomb scares. A justified sense of fear had started, which lasts to this day worldwide.
Down at Union Square, the closest you could get to Ground Zero, a large crowd gathered in silence around a shrine of floral wreaths, US flags and photos of the missing. There was a great dignity among the people there as they lit candles to remember the fallen. I saw that the immediate reaction of New Yorkers was not of revenge and retribution but a real, tough fighting spirit and a determination to get their city back in business and show the world they cannot be beaten. Since the event I have become more educated on the motives behind the attack, which I suppose was the primary objective of the terrorists, to highlight their cause to the world in the most spectacular way imaginable.
I feel a whole generation has failed their children, which seems to be a recurring theme throughout history. I hope that their generation can buck the trend and put it right. Peter Howard snapped this image of the World Trade Centre from a bus tour on the morning of September 10; he says he still can't watch footage of the next day's attacks. We were visiting New York City on a house trade with a friend that week to visit my daughter and check out the city. We took a city bus tour on September 10 which went under and around the Twin Towers.
On the morning of September 11, I was drinking coffee and getting ready to take the subway to an electronics store about a block from the Twin Towers. Then the TV broke in with news that a small plane had apparently hit one of the towers; from then on the story unfolded. As things got worse I thought it might be a good idea to stock up on food, so I went to a nearby deli for potato salad, cold cuts etc. It might sound stupid but hours later the place had sold out of most everything.
I called my daughter and she and a friend walked from work near the towers to our borrowed condo on 56th Street on West Side. The Red Cross headquarters was near our condo; there were calls for blood, but having by then watched the two towers collapse I knew and said they wouldn't be needing much blood.
One of the fire houses that lost I think 14 men was nearby. By day two flowers and messages started appearing at the fire station. Days later the candles, flowers and messages spilled out and down the street. Food and drinks donated to the Red Cross were piled up on the sidewalk around their building, I remember chocolate chip cookies donated by kids.
I was not happy about flying out on Friday; my brother made train reservations for me but we decided we just wanted to get home so we flew after all. I'm not a heroic type, but I've pretty much decided if I was on a plane being hijacked I'd rush the bad guys and chew their necks. The pictures of the planes hitting the towers, particularly in the first few years, showed on TV thousands of times I can't look at them.
Jerico Dig Cabaysa says he does not even remember posing for this photo on September 10; he flew back to LA at 11pm that night. These dates do not correspond to the modern Gregorian calendar. In , the British Empire adopted the Gregorian calendar. In the British Empire that year, September 2 was immediately followed by September September was called "harvest month" in Charlemagne 's calendar. September is called Herbstmonat , harvest month, in Switzerland. Meteor showers that occur in September include the Aurigids , the Delta Aurigids which occur from mid-September to early October, the Southern Taurids , which occur from September 10 to November 20, and the Andromedids which occur from September 25 — December The September equinox takes place in this month, and certain observances are organized around it.
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