In September 2000, I was living next to East River overlooking Manhattan, in Dumbo, Brooklyn. One evening I decided to photograph the Twin Towers, which I had not done before. It felt like something you should do when being a photographer living in NYC. I had found a promising spot under Manhattan bridge where they parked delivery trucks. I brought the tallest ladder I could find in the loft on Jay Street where I was living. When the negative returned from processing, I remembered that I was not happy with the image. It was dull and lacked something, so I put it away, not thinking much about it.