After Philosophy class, I made the decision to change paths to where I've always wanted to walk, (to the left, rather than to the right of the North Gate back entrance), and I did.
I walked through the makeshift tunnel (there's construction going on) and I saw a bunch of signs pointing somewhere. Curious, I walked in. I asked what the event was about. The door-person, I guess, couldn't tell me all the details I wanted to know, but basically, I just wanted to know if it was worth my time. It was.
The photographer, Joel Meyerowitz, had talked his way into Ground Zero. I just needed to know how he did that. The pictures touched me. I almost cried when I remembered the firemen and the good people whowere there at Gound Zero. Joel said it was a spiritual experience, Ground Zero. It was a place where all this humanity emerged.
a mí me impresionó el manhattan bedrock. que está como 6'8 pisos debajo de la tierra.
He said that the police wouldn't let him in because of Chief Fellini's orders. But then when he went away, he went to the firemen and when they sai he could take the pictures, he said that chief feliini told him to, and he pointed the way. he always asked who the chief was, and knew where to point.
he called the city museum and said that he would provide them with an archive if they would write a letter granting him access. he did, but the police still didn't let him in, until his friend gave him passes.
he camouflaged some times.
write on images, always have a magazine and a working pen nearby. new yorker magazine.
he luxuriated in the science of it
