On February 17, 1991 my Dad and I got up early and went into the city. It was the first building implosion I ever watched. I can trace my interest to photography to this moment in time. My Dad was using some cheap 35mm camera and clicked away. I never looked away from the building going up in dust and disappearing from sight. I remember the dust creeping toward us and we turned and ran all out back to the car. The dust almost overtook us but we made it back to the car and sped off. I don’t remember where we went afterwards but it included some food and coffee for my Dad and hot chocolate for me. To this day, when I finish a shoot I normally like to end the shoot with coffee.
Photos taken by my Dad.