On September 11, 2001, after ascertaining that our father hadn't been murdered in the World Trade Center attack, my brother and I joined up in midtown Manhattan and walked back to Brooklyn. For much of the morning the island was sealed off, so we went from blood bank to blood bank looking to help out in whatever tiny way we could; they were all full.
I had my camera with me that day and shot a roll of film. I couldn't bear to develop my pictures until 2005 when I took one look and then sealed them away. For the 10th anniversary of the worst day of my life I made myself review the images and write about the experience for my newspaper's special section on 911. You can read the story on our website.