Incredible photographs. Slayer's right, thius guy was the definition of photojournalism!

Wow. Really amazing. Every single time I see photos of that nightmare, it's just like it happened yesterday. I guess I'd have to say that was the most monumentally horrible day in my life.

Hats off to all the photographers who braved that.

Isn't it also amazing that his cameras and equipment were found, basically intact. With everything that happened that day, I find that incredible.

Powerful stuff. Amazing photos. This guy was a true pro.

Wow. Just wow.

That's really quite powerful. Incredible.

Those are some powerful photographs. And I know I wouldn't have had the balls/good sense to keep getting closer after the first tower fell...

Intense.

Thank you for that link.

And they say men never cry.

amazing

I remember stumbling upon this site a few months ago, really surprised me.

Is it just me or did the early photographs look far away. They guy ran towards a burning/falling down giant skyscrapers. I guess its his job, but running the other way with the mob would have landed his pictures less acclaim. And he would have been there to see it. Okay, now after pissing off a lot of people, ill dodge the rest of this thread.

I guess whoever designed this site has never heard of thumbnails.

Pictures like this still give me chills up my spine when i see them

Sorry for the big pic but i just happened to notice that i think at least 4 of the guys in this pic are arabic. Just a nice touch that America has over the ignorant terrorist scum

I guess its his job, but running the other way with the mob would have landed his pictures less acclaim
Thats the point, this guy wasen't a pansy-ass like the rest of them, he was determined to really capture the action. Its his job, he died in the line of fire. No different to war reporters. Amazing fellow

Professional photographers are truly men and women in a class of their own. They go to the fronts of wars. Into the deepest, darkest jungles. Spend days, even weeks or months, camped out in the most uninhabited places on Earth, just for that perfect millisecond in which they can open their lens. They place the love of their job above the love of their life. While yes, you could make the claim that they're just dumbasses for doing so, or an even better claim in cases such as this one that they should drop the damn camera and pitch in, it is because of these people that the world knows what the front lines of WWI and II were like. That we see how brutal the Vietnam War was, in either of the two very famous pictures from it (the one of the man about to be executed, and the one of the naked 9-year-old running from napalm), among of course many others. That we know JFK's expression immediately after he was shot. That we can relive in our hearts, minds, and souls, these moments in our history. Even though Bill Biggart lost his life for his art, I get the feeling that he would not be entirely disappointed with the manner of his death.

Those really are some good pictures....

Glad his buddy took the time to publish them....


RIP

I live on the other side of the world and I still get emotional when I see those pictures. I was working in the newsroom of the local paper when it happened. Saw some pretty awful pics coming in over the wire.

One was a close up of a man who had just jumped out of a window above the impact zone. He was falling head-first with his arms at his sides. Strangely calm-looking.

After four straight shifts following the attack I sat at home and cried all day. Still affects me really badly.

Teriffic photos.

Spoczywaj z Bogiem.

Veritas: I know it's been said before but everyone here in Australia was affected deeply. And I know it sounds lame but on the morning of sep 12 when most ppl found out about it (time differences), people in Sydney looked around nervously whenever a plane came low to land

http://digitaljournalist.org/issue0110/main01.htm

the first series.

Was I the only one who kept seeing the people in the pictures, and saying, "Get out!" over and over in my head?

It's one of those - "Why was this posted on Fark" stories. It's WAY above the heads of many people here (such as WastedYouth and Tatarize)

Very moving images....

R.I.P.

I stayed in the Hilton across from the WTC on my last trip to NY. I never found out what happened to it last year. Now I know. damn.

Very touching, very scary.

And also a good testamonial to Canon cameras if they can go through that kind of treatment and keep their contents intact.

Just looking at that picture Czar posted...


I would not want to be there under normal circumstances, much less then.

I imagine theres even more pictures out there we havent seen of the WTC...this man loved his work and it shows

Wyldfire:
"This isn't a flame, just clarification."

I'm offically repeating the sentiment stated here and making it a flame. The man died because he was trying to share the most tragic moment in modern times with the world. Anyone else think that is honorable? Not as much as the firefighters who died trying to save lives, maybe; but still something to be looked up to. I mean we all die someday; some of us die from living to long because we are lucky, but some die cowards because they ran away from living.

Rest In Peace.

How did he do it? How do you forsake everything you hold dear in the world for the sake of the story? You have to have the guts and nuts to do something like that.
I hope he died quickly and somehow knows that his work is a living testament to history.

I can't spot four arabic guys in that picture.

One looks faintly armenian though, and a couple are definitely hispanic.

I'm reminded of this one article I read, along time ago, probably a few days after 9/11. It was with, I think, the fire chief for FDNY, or someone who called the shots.

A journalist asked 'Sir, why is it that so many firemen were lost in the World Trade Center towers, when otherwise they make it out of buildings alive?'

and the chief replied with 'Well, Firemen rush into buildings. They don't rush out.'

I am paraphrasing, and if anyone knows the exact quote, much obliged if you can correct me, because I remember, reading that at the time, with the correct phrasing, I just short of broke into tears.

Kenny? Did i miss something, waht did Tribs say that you took offence to

Nickkoto: I wonder what he was doing there, i'd get back inside quick tho. I wonder what happened to him

Also, does anyone know where the location of a picture, taken on 9/11 during the towers crashing down, is located on the net? To be specific, a man is running down a completely barren street, and a tower of dust is chasing him, probably 20 feet behind. I have that image burned forever in my head, and it is without a doubt the most amazing 9/11 picture I have ever seen, but I lost it a while back in a format... If you can track it down and post it, then a thanks to you.

Being in the city on 9-11 was awful. A few weeks ago, going to work, the temperature, the breeze and the perfectly clear blue sky was exactly the same as it was that morning.
That night, I asked my girlfriend if the day felt like anything to her. She said, "It felt like 9-11."
It gave me chills.
Two days before 9-11, I was riding my bike on the path to Jones Beach with one of my friends. It was late in the day, and you could see the Towers in the distance. I said to my frined "How cool is that, that you can see the twin towers from here?" Little did I know what would happen two days later.
On 9-11, I walked to work from Penn Station like I always to, up through Time Square and Rockefeller Center. As soon as I got to work, one of my co-workers runs up to me and says a plane crashed into the twin towers. I thought it was a little piper cub or something. A few co-workers were crowded around a little b&w tv set in a cubicle. I called my dad to tell him to put the tv on. I walked back over to the tv and as soon as I could see it, I saw the second explosion (from the camera angle, I didn't see the plane)Immediately I said "I am getting out of here right now". People looked at me like I was crazy. "We are under attack, and I am getting out of the city before I can't get out."
I called my girlfriend who also works in midtown and told her to get the hell out of the city immediately. She didn't know what was going on. I said I was heading straight to Penn Station. I packed up my laptop and left.
I walked out on to 5th avenue, and could see the towers on fire. I ran down to the subway, and at Penn Station I just made a train heading to my town. It was one of the last trains that left the city before everything was shut down.
The train ride home felt like the end of the world. False reports were coming in from everywhere. Aside from the towers, the pentagon, and the Pennsylvania crash, they said the state dept. had been bombed, the white house was on fire, the capital building was on fire, and then they said there was a huge fire on the mall in D.C..
There was only a few people on the train, as most people didn't think, or know to rush out of the city right away. Those people would be involved in an incredible mass exodus. (My girlfriend had to walk across the 59th street bridge to Queens.)
There are a few times on the train ride that you can see the towers. I sat on the train listening to the radio, others were trying to call people on their cell phones. I kept giving everyone updates. I heard a reporter scream and say that the first tower collapsed. The next time I could see them, there was only one tower.
I still get chills when I think about. Those days after 9-11 were some of the saddest scariest days ever. It must have been like how my mom felt during the days of constant air raid drills and the threat of Atomic bomb attacks. The next day I sat on an empty beach with my girlfriend. The sky was just as clear as the day before, when I walked to work relatively care-free. But the world was completely different now, and I really thought that we may not be alive much longer.
Picture like thismake me relive things, I really don't want to. But I suppose I'll spend the rest of my live with it, and I really can't, or shouldn't try to avoid it.

I dunno if it's just me but the it's the pictures of the people that make me feel the most hollow.
The buildings can come and go as far I am concerned, but when you see people covered in dust and debris trying to go to the aid of others it goes a bit to restore faith in humankind that, by the attacks, was taken away.

Also this photographer may well not have done what "normal" people would have had expected, but he has shown a lot of people at their best and that will be appreciated by the families of those that died.

fark fark fark i hate remembering this shiat fcuk now im crying .

Anyone who's done much photography knows that being in the "right place in the right time" is what it's all about. And when you're in that situation, which in this case is a once in a lifetime event (hopefully), you're totally comsumed with trying to capture it.

I wouldn't necessarily call it bravery, it's more a case of being oblivious to the danger around you. The people who went inside those buildings trying to save people were the truly brave ones.

This poor guy wanted to see his pics processsed, he wasn't expecting to die. I'm not saying he wasn't brave. He was. Just not as brave as some of the people around him. He was there to capture the images, not to help anyone. I'm not trying to belittle what he did, if I would have been in his situation, the same thing probably would have happened to me. I would have the balls to take the pics, but there's no way I would have gone in those buildings.

holy fu*king SH*T!!

nicely said bongo. I'm just not big on starting shiat over something so tragic, I just hate to see people give misinformed or misguided synopses of situations.

I've lost a couple of friends firefighting, and almost lost my father when an imcompetent I.C. (Instant Commander for those of you that don't know what I.C. means) failed to inform him and his partner inside a two story house that the fire had burned through behind them. The only thing that saved them was the fire burning through the hose. My dad got away with second degree burns, his friend with a couple of second-degrees, and a major third degree on his left arm.

hey does anyone know what the plan is for this coming 9/11?
is everyone off of work?
i work at home but if i had a boss who wanted me to come to work that day, i think i'd quit

When I see photos of people injured it always suprises me. The scale of the thing meant that the individuals and their deaths become lost in the scheme of things. It's mainly the huge physical destruction

Suburban....: It always surprises me how blue the sky is in pictures. Literally cloudless with thick plumes of black smoke, really freaky

You know, people say that these photojournalists go and risk their lives for the 'perfect pictures' because they're going for the glory of it, the recognition of getting the picture that was better than all the others there, beating out the other people taking pictures. I find though, that in the "average person's" memory, the name of the photographer of many of the famous pictures of our time is lacking. I mean, how many of us can name, off the tops of our heads, the photographer of the flag raising scene at Ground Zero, or who took the only video of the first plane hitting the tower, or any number of famous and well known pictures, ones that have worked their way into our cultural identities. These people don't do it for fame or glory from the public, they do their jobs to just maybe capture a moment in time that will happen to touch us all, and alone can just express to us the true emotion of the incident. These people go out and do their jobs, and they die for it not that rarely in this world, and we rarely remember their names, only their work. They're heroes in their own right, and deserve our respect, and rememberance. This is one name I'll be sure to keep in memory.

Another interesting insight I had last year shortly after 9-11.

People speculated reasons they attacked that specific day. My idea is that, 911 is the nationwide call for help. Could it not have been mocking that? Or could it have been to signify that we needed help in the time coming?

Sorry, just thoughts going through my mind.

hey does anyone know what the plan is for this coming 9/11?

I'm not gunna be flying.

Wyldfire
Another interesting insight I had last year shortly after 9-11.

Actually, the first thing I thought of was the S11 anti-globalisation protests. Figured it was probably an anti-capitalism connection.

Of course, there are a million theories in circulation. I doubt we'll ever really know why they chose that date.

I looked through those pictures and remembered everything that went on that day for me, and then I thought of something different.

Those people, the firefighters, the police, the businessmen, the civilians, the casulaties, the heroes; Those people all have stern, focused looks on their faces. They didn't have the "out to lunch" gape of panic-stricken victims, but the stare of duty. Doubtless, panic struck hard and deep all over the city that day, but all the people in the photos look like they have balls lined with steel.

Think of how many of them were just normal people a few hours before. They could've been jolly Accounts Receivable workers, dickhead managers, communists, or even jobless on their way to an interview. It just goes to show that heroes aren't born, they're made.

I'm currently reading "Inside 9/11 : What Really Happened" and it is truly an awesome account of that day. It's told in time frames (i.e. North Tower, 56th Floor, 8:45AM) and it really puts a human face to the whole damn mess. Highly reccomended reading for the 1-year anniversary.

I remember that day perfectly...I'm sure we all do.

I woke up just in time to see the second plane crash into the wtc...I always slept with my tv on...and I thought I was just having a dream or something...so I fell back asleep and my alarm went off and on the radio they were talking about a SECOND airplane crashing into the WTC. I sat up, looked at the TV, and sure as hell there the shiat was.

I was farking freaked out. I didn't know what I'd missed, who was doing what, anything. I jumped outta bed, woke up my roommates, and called them to my room to make sure I wasn't seeing things. I made oh...about 50 calls on my cell to my family to make sure everyone knew/was alright.

Then at work...it was dead (I worked at Applebee's at the time). If anyone came in, they would hover around the three tv stations we had broadcasting it.

It was ...horrific, to see what was occuring, and the replays. I can only feel pity for those who had family die in the WTC attack. It was wrong, but it was "justified" in our new enemy's eyes.

Being a pacifist, I don't believe violence solves anything. But apparently there are too many in this world that believe it does. And for those who do, I pity them. All I can say is that I hope these attacks are done, those who perpetrated the crime are caught, and that MAYBE...SOME farkING DAY, we can live in a world where violence isn't necessary.