I still can't look at these without grieving. They were taken by the armory on Lexington Ave. near Union Square. That area, and much of downtown and midtown Manhattan was papered with posters similar to these on walls, fences, poles, store windows and even vehicles. Many relatives and friends hadn't fully realized the magnitude of the murders, and still hoped against hope that their loved ones might be found. Both my sons had been downtown that day. The younger, who was on his way to class at NYU, witnessed the second plane hit. His class was held nonetheless. When he emerged some time later, neither tower still stood. I was terrified for hours until I heard they were both safe. It was a nightmare then, and the memory is extremely upsetting to me still.