3:25PM. I'm heading back to my office to post the photos I took. At first on our company's Intranet, and later for all to see on the Internet. The company I worked for has many offices throughout United States, and I have many friends among my former colleagues who worked on different projects, and who just like me wanted to see any additional information from the place of tragedy.

I was very grim-faced walking back to the office. Now and then I saw people from Downtown covered in dust walking slowly North. I only took a few photos on the way back.

On Madison Square I saw a young photographer with a pro gear taking a photo. His camera strap slid over his lens, and I hurried to draw his attention to it. To which he said: "This photo didn't really matter anyways. I have seen enough today." He showed me a freshly processed large-size print of a photo he took that morning. He was near World Trade Center after the first attack, and had captured in a full frame the fireball of explosion when second plane hit South Tower. He was right, that bad photo on Madison Square didn't matter anymore that day.