September 11, 2001


I was in mid-town Manhattan on that Tuesday. In the streets people looked bewildered, uncertain and stunned. Black smoke blanketed the view looking south down the avenues. Streets deserted of traffic. There was an acrid smell. It was hot. Tourists (shorts, sandals, alhoa shirts) at a loss of what to do were taking pictures of each other. Shops, galleries, museums were closed so I trawled street kiosk’s and bought every kind of card I could find which showed the twin towers. These compositions record my impressions of that aweful day.

Alan Fletcher


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