No Air, No Light, But Ash Everywhere

It is 9:40 and I have just ducked my first police line. One

block east of the tower complex I stop and draw on my map,

underlining Cedar Street. This will be the first boundary

for my graphic.

I scribble notes about the sidewalk: glass, woman's shoe,

office paper, fiberglass. There are few people behind this

line, only cops on the sidewalks guarding yellow tape

barricades and firefighters on the streets hustling toward

the scene.

How close should I get? Closer. I head west, walking my I-

belong-here walk, and stop near a fire truck. Both towers

are on fire. I mark my map locating where the planes hit the

sides of the buildings...  (link out to a PDF)