Marcia and I were in Manhattan on that infamous day. Shortly after the second plane struck, we rushed to the roof of our apartment building at 1 Central Park West to look to the south. After the second tower collapsed, we watched that large toxic cloud rise slowly from Ground Zero. When I looked at Marcia, I realized she was silently expressing everything I was feeling and I took this picture. We remained in New York for ten more days, immersed in the communal grief and compassion on the streets of that great city.