As I walk towards BMCC I keep my eyes on the Towers and take more photos. As I’m framing a shot on the corner of Broadway I hear a loud cracking sound and I realize the South Tower is collapsing, out and down.

One of the longest seconds of my life stretches as I realize I’m probably witnessing the death of dozens, hundreds or even thousands of innocent people. Clouds of dust and smoke and fragments of building erupt outward in eerie slow motion. It’s like a scene from the movie “Independence Day”.