Ground zero
87 creative works found
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Ground Zero, New York, March 2003
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Number 8 in a series of 9 photomontages which, in total, make up a self portrait. They were originally done for an exhibiton with Morrigan Nihil in the Brighton Festival 2005. “It doesn’t have to be a forest / to be your spiritual home. / The place that refreshes you / Fills you with creativity / Makes you feel whole.”
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Watching people peer into the chasm that was the World Trade Center in NYC. I think the American Flag in the background is a constant reminder of who we are and our resolve to not let the most tragic of circumstances defeat us!
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This is work to the infrastructure at Ground Zero. Work has never stopped since the twin towers came down. Future generations will never see the original towers but through photos of before and after, the aftermath, and the rebuilding of the site, may we never forget!
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This image shows the lights remembering the Twin Towers over Manhattan on the 11th September 2007. The sombre air over the city lightens as the night descends and the beauty of the lights is exposed. The City awakes from melancholy and the streets have an electric feel as the inhabitants wander and wonder at the display.
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Ground Zero, NYC
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HDR Enhanced view of the Southern tip of Manhattan on September 11 2007.
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May we never forget! /
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Etching Zinc plate – hard ground, aquatint / Dipped in the acid bath 5 times / 24.5 X 19.5cm / Printed on Velin Arches paper. Inked up in sepia – buffed only with tarlatan, no newspaper buffing The subject is Ground Zero being reconstructed. New York.
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Watercolour / Original Sold, Oct 08. / Full sheet Arches 300gsm (stretched with nail gun) Based on a photo of people viewing the construction taking place in Ground Zero. The viewing platform, inside the American Express Building, was originally a marble wall but was replaced with glass when the building was repaired after 9/11 so that people could come and view the area. The people were respectfully quiet as they look on as the site was being rebuilt.
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Zinc plates Bit of collage added to the foreground – articles about 9/11
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I can forgive but I can’t forget. My thoughts and prayers are with the survivors and with all those who lost loved ones, and those who lost property and their dignity as a result of this horrific day. It seems like yesterday and is still difficult to talk about. It’s hard for me to comprehend that a whole generation of Americans have grown up with little or no memory of this day. Photo was taken 6/21/05 from the Church St. side. of the Ground Zero site. © jc warburton 05. Featured in: Bits And Pieces / Featured in: Spring & Summer In The North-East USA / Featured in: If It Doesn’t Belong Sept. 09.
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NYC Memory
by JanGIn memory of 9/11, in memory of better times when all were welcomed to our country, in memory of the hopes and dreams of those arriving on our shores to find freedom ~ may the tragedy never be repeated; may the times of acceptance and welcome emerge again. Cross made of debris at ‘ground zero’, Statue of Liberty, / Ellis Island~ NY City texture, imageafter.com best viewed LARGE!
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This was taken in the fall of 2006 when we stayed in the Millenium Hotel overlooking Ground Zero. It was really eerie to see and even stranger to try to sleep in the hotel on the 22nd floor.
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it has been said that one never forgets / the very moment you knew / the moment of security shattered / like the broken glass explosion / of those towering giants / nine-year-old children huddled in fear / terrified eyes searching yours / looking for reassurance / answers i cannot give / for i, too, am struck silent / too numb to feel the cold horror my eyes witness / images my brain cannot comprehend / it is said the scars never heal / simply fade as time slips away / yet the unfathomable sight of so many lost / thousands of hearts / destroyed in seconds / millions of prayers lifted / for the victims / for the families / for the nation / in that moment everything changed / no longer confident / that all will be okay / that we are safe / in our own yards… God Bless Those That Lost Their Lives… and God Bless Those That Loved Them… i reach out in my grief to hold your hands… to dry your tears… and to hold close to my heart those i cherish… for we never know what today contains… and we never know what the power of hatred can destroy in but a moment.
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This is a Photshop Illustration inspired by all the 9/11 responders and their families. Many 9/11 responders are still dying, due to the damaging affects of the fallout from the explosion and debris. Many have lost their jobs due to disabilities and are not recieving proper health care, due to the loss of their jobs which allowed for health benefits. The photo used is titled Ground Zero_Public Domain. Perhaps this will be a reminder to the public and it’s government just how much needs to be done still. These are brave souls who risked everything and are being hidden away still today by our government. FEATURED IN COLOR ME A RAINBOW / FEATURED IN FREEDOME TO SHINE / FEATURED IN ALL ABOUT FIRE / FEATURED IN INSPIRED ART
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Ground Zero New York USA
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Well, it took a bit of being pushy, being in the right place at the right time, and some assertive bravery (read “bold BS”). But I was handed an official AMGEN race press pass and a ‘press exclusive’ photographer’s vest at the AMGEN Tour Of California Bicycle Race Prologue yesterday in Sacramento, California. Parking was bad so I decided to rough it and walk 9 blocks or so from home. :-D The deal that got me into the press box was thru an online publisher who runs a 1-man website but knows the ways to get the press access. He’d already had his way into getting the press pass but gave up on the shooting because of a better gig in the mountains with the fresh snowfall. I ran into him – on his bicycle – trying to find the darn press location; not one event official we could find knew. Together we searched the entire course and only found it when we were standing behind it and asked the volunteer where we were. LOL! Then he hunted for his credentials and again got bad information for another hour. When he finally tracked them down and got them to me, he was already late for departing to the other shoot so I asked what he wanted and I was hired. / / Nobody ever came to the press tent to organize or give out press packets and even I could figure out nobody was coming and we were on our own. The “we” was one local TV station and I at that point so I started scoping out shooting angles and found that it was virtually impossible from the press tent. Eavesdropping got me the tip on getting over the wall and onto the course while being pushy got me a vest after I was challenged repeatedly by the guy who just didn’t trust me, unfortunately the same ‘stage manager’. He even personally threatened he’d hunt me down if I didn’t give him back the vest. I bravely joined about 30 other highly privileged people with cameras ranging in value from $1000 (mine) to, including lenses, well over $30,000 (everybody else’s). Where no other local TV channel or radio station was able to go save one, I was allowed to jockey for a cherished position on the race course asphalt! If not for a ‘stage manager’ who knew I was a rookie and a completely silent but hard-nosed guy with A1 quality gear, I would have been the very first photographer of those 30 or so. I had to settle for a very poor second because the guy in front of me was HUGE, his lens was HUGE, and he was sitting away from the wall on a tiny chair and allowed to do it. I was pinned behind him by a cone the manager put almost directly behind Mr. Rude Wide Obstacle but I used a bit of guile to lean around him for a clear shot at the cyclists. Of course, this made it a nightmare for the pros behind me who were allowed to angle only slightly to get any view beyond Mr. RWO or to stand up blocking the view of the Honoured Guests, who had to stay behind the wall we were in front of. But I see it now as a cutthroat situation and I was just a hair too nice this time. / / The event was completely disorganized from the press perspective and unless one got there early enough to weed thru all the confusion, bad information, and obvious ‘insider deals’, you were reduced to standing on the wrong side of the track facing the sun, further from the finish line, and unable to even see the cyclists before they were upon you. You were leaning over/around/under other leaning people and trying to get shots where even the best cameras couldn’t focus fast enough. I saw one radio station reporter make a deal with a guy carrying a tiny automatic to get copies of his shots taken blindly from reaching out over the way and guessing the aim. That stung a bit because it could have been me if I’d been in another wrong place at the right time. LOL! / / Turns out I was the first to turn a vest in because it started to rain just before the critical time when the best riders were passing and I had absolutely nada for covering the Nikon D80. Arrgh! Fortunately I’d scoped out the fall back position: on the 6th floor of the parking lot overlooking the race. As I was getting there, I was confronted with dozens of cops and none of them looked like AMGEN guards but I finessed my way past them looking like the bumbling old man with an AMGEN badge getting to my car. The elevator let me in and didn’t move. I was about to ring the 911 on the emergency phone when it started moving after about 3 minutes. If I hadn’t been on the flippin’ ground level, I would have been freaked! But it took me to the 6th floor and the overlook of the race. The shots aren’t as good (in fact, they are bad) but I got the top three riders in the world, including Lance Armstrong, crossing the finish line before I was confronted by the police again. They had obviously been watching me scramble for the parking lot but had allowed me to get the last shots before politely asking ‘if I was packing up’. I politely said ‘yes’ and politely got me happy ass down to the ground again. There, being the ‘early bird’ in the morning really helped because the guards all knew me and trusted me so when I asked to get back into the press booth, they smiled while shaking their heads and said “good luck”. Huh? The crowd in that area had swelled to about 200 skin-tight people and I was about to leave when a TV camera was being brought in and I followed in its wake. LOL! Got me just far enough to see the stage with the winners and “The Governator”, who got a couple rousing boos and then polite applause. I never would have gotten within 100 yards if not for following the camera with my press pass because I walked thru Secret Service, police, CHP, Sheriffs’, FBI, and who knows how many plain-clothed law enforcement. The guard who let me in was sure I wasn’t going to make it. Nevertheless, I was closely watched by at least 5 people who never looked away from me, one of them the bodyguard for the Governor. Hell, I was running around with a BACKPACK they didn’t know was full of photographic stuff and my lunch and not a freakin’ BOMB! LOL! / / There it is. The story of my first REALLY, REALLY Big Photography Gig and I’m now waiting for the call from the publisher who hired me but I couldn’t care less about that part. It was a ‘photography credits only’ gig but I learned a mountain of cool stuff about being a pro and running with the professional Big Dogs. If I get published, I’ll send links but for well over 700 shots nobody but I could get, being published: gravy. The experience: priceless. Vital Statistics Nikon D80 / Nikkor 70 – 200 lens (my newest baby from another failing company in Sacramento) / Focal Length: 200mm / f/stop: 5.6 / Exposure: 1/500 / ISO: 360 / Metering mode: Pattern / Exposure program: action/sports / Exposure offset: none / Editing program: PhotoShopElement 3 for RB enlargement, contrast correction / February 14th, 2009 at 2:29pm, L Street A big thank you for the featuring in ImageWriting group!
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Some short tales from Ground Zero
by Phoenix-Appealby Anne van Alkemade / A friend of mine recently returned from the affected areas of the Victorian Bushfires after four days of helping at…
by Anne van Alkemade / A friend of mine recently returned from the affected areas of the Victorian Bushfires after four days of helping at relief centres in Yarra Glen and Kinglake. She and a work colleague were given special leave to head down there to help and some of the stories she has brought back are both devastating and also proof of the resilience of the human spirit. There were also some bits and pieces that have you shaking your head in wonder at the stupidity of people, but the positive ones and the sad ones I’d like to share with you here if I may. One thing that hit Sarah straight away, the most significant thing, was that victims young and old were at the mercy of strangers and that they had lost ALL privacy. This may not seem like a big thing to you and I. Most of us probably haven’t experienced this before and so it’s easy to take it for granted. Sarah walked into a relief centre and all along one side were people, counsellors and professionals in suits sitting at tables; on the other side were stores of donated goods; and in the middle were mattresses on the floor for people to sleep on. There were no petitions or curtains, no barriers, nothing to give people a place to rest and grieve in private. My friend and her colleague immediately went to work to provide some sort of barrier around these ‘sleeping quarters’ with cots and other items to at least give people some sense of privacy, a space they could call their own. Poignant, sad and surprising to me were some of the stories about people being helped with goods. The suit / Sarah told me about a man who was looking at suits. He kept going back to the same one, pulling it out from the rack, shaking his head and putting it back. So she went over and asked him if he needed help. Sarah said you could not mistake his actions as someone being picky, just from the shock on his face, and he broke down in tears. “This suit isn’t right. I need a suit for my friend’s funeral”. She gave him comfort, then left him to grief in private; although later finding a pair of new shoes that were right for him. Shoes / Another shoe story. A middle aged woman was sitting admiring a pair of sparkling evening high heels on her feet. (Who would donate such an item in these circumstances, you may think?). Sarah suggested something more practical and the response she got surprised her but it was perfectly understandable. “I used to have a lot of shoes, lovely shoes. They’re all gone now. Please can I have these. Please. I don’t care if I have to walk through rubble, I really want these shoes.” Of course she could have them! They gave the woman with some semblance of normality. That special cup of tea / A local cafe was aware that one of their regular, elderly customers had not been sighted for several days. They were unsure if she was okay, but sought out her special brand of tea and took it to her neighbourhood. Her house was still standing and they knocked on her door. She was relatively okay and in reasonable spirits, delighted to receive the gift. What is particularly significant here though is that she had been isolated in her home and had not seen anyone for many days. All around her was ash and debris AND three car loads of burnt out cars filled with people in her front yard. This poor woman was sheltering in her home with deceased victims very near her front door. How can you comprehend this? Anyone left for tennis? / A man came into the relief centre and asked for a tshirt so he could play tennis on Saturday morning. This request was somewhat surprising but it was explained to my friend that the local tennis courts and clubhouse had remarkably been untouched by the fires. Who could play tennis at a time like this? But the man explained that they played every Saturday. Half the club members had perished in the fires but the survivors needed to play on Saturday. Perhaps to honour their memory, but certainly it was something they did every weekend and again it is people seeking something normal in their very abnormal lives. They were all fitted out with complete outfits and brand new tennis shoes. The unadmirable aspect of human nature / Many people came to the relief centre where my friend was helping even though it was not the main area at Whittlesea. The reason – there was not much in the way of media hanging around. Okay, they have a job to do, but having cameras stuck in the faces of people in desperate times is not helping anyone. Need to know? Hmmm. My friend said at one stage two people were ejected from the relief centre. They had entered the centre carrying bags with holes cut out of the sides for the lenses of their cameras. I wonder why the journalist code of ethics no longer applies? Sarah also said there was a group of people hovering around the front door peering in. She asked them if they were local residents needing help. “Nope. We’re good. We just wanted to have a look around.” They were given short shrift … and promptly sent on their way. And finally – I am always stunned when I hear that in these circumstances the selfishness of people can possibly emerge. All relief workers are on the alert for looters. There have been incidences of people not from fire affected areas visiting these centres looking for handouts. Can you believe that? But for those working with people who are the real ones in need, it is not hard to spot the charlatans! On a positive note / So many people have lost loved ones, lost everything they ever owned, lost their jobs and schools – and are well and truly entitled to money, goods and all on offer to help them get their lives back together again. But so many people who are given things have either given them back or passed them on to people they feel are in greater need. “Thank you, but I don’t need this. I want someone who truly needs it to have it,” is not an uncommon thing for relief workers to hear. And finally / Sarah said that even though she wanted to cry at so many of the things she saw, and the suffering that people are enduring, she knew that “this is not about me. I had to be strong, because most of all that’s what these people need; someone to be there for them.” She said she believes this is a common credo of all people working together in eastern and northern Victoria and the spirit of everyone working together to the common good was inspiring and heartening. The Aussie spirit of a fair go is well and truly alive in the areas devastated by the Black Saturday Bushfires.
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Fingers frozen, definitely got a cold but it was worth waiting! Early November, from the top of Rockefeller Center’s terrace in New York City.
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New York Midtown
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Sunset from the top of Rockefeller Center’s terrace in early November 2008, New York.
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Life goes on, down by the river. Folks are peacefully mingling about the World Trade Center complex. I imagine this must have been just like this on Sept. 10th, 2001. Oddly enough, if you look really close at the left side of this image, (at the second set of palm tree trunks inside the building), does it not appear as if one of the towers is kicking out a white cloud and above the cloud it appears to be crumbling? Crap, not sure that I can leave this posted now, I just can’t bear watching images of the towers pancaking and coming down …. Taken with Nikon D200 and Nikkor 24-120mm lens. HDR image created from single RAW image using ReDynaMix. / Best viewed in Large for sure! This image is currently on display at the Walls Fine Art gallery in Downtown Norfolk, VA. Price here closely matches gallery price.
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As we are nearing the 8th anniversary of 9/11, I wanted to post this shot of Lower Manhattan. I am a bit ashamed to say, that I have not seen the New York City skyline with the World Trade Center Towers. I can only imagine how magnificent it must have looked. We shall never forget!
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