The only good thing I can say about the shot is that it was taken at the extremely rare moment when there was no traffic on the bridge except for emergency vehicles. A rare moment when long exposures can be time while getting a clear and sharp image.
By September 13 I’ve already seen the towers smoking, particularly since I lived their neighborhood that had a clear everyday view of the World Trade Center. But this was truly the saddest hours spent during the disaster.
Because I brought it all home.