A week or so after 9/11 I shot a roll of b/w film near ground zero and was so shook up that I threw the un-developed roll in the back of a dresser draw and there it sat for 10 years.

   During the recent 10 year anniversary it came back to me that the film can was still in the draw so I processed it the next day. Unfortunately, due to a developing accident and the age of the film, all I could salvage were a few of the photos.

   Recently I recalled the fear that I felt when I got home from the city that day. Even where I was, many blocks beyond the quarantened area, the ground was covered with a thick layer of fine white powder that looked like flour. I remember getting home and scrubbing my sneakers clean of the powder and thinking that it must have contained pulverized people. It was a traumatic experience and I even become physically ill for a few days, thinking I might have picked up anthrax or something when I was there. Though this was most likely a psycho-somatic effect, it still set up a psychological reaction that led to my ignoring the film for 10 years.