Today, the world bows it’s head and remembers those who lost their lives and loved ones. I remember vividly that day. I heard it on the radio, when the first plane struck. I happened to be at home at the time and I ran to the sitting room and fumbled with the remote control to get the TV on. I watched in shock and disbelief as the second plane struck. I remember phoning my wife to tell her, and my words didn’t seem credible, even to me.

I took these shots this morning from Dublin’s Samuel Beckett bridge. The sombre tones of Dublin’s skyline, with the Pigeonhouse towers in the distance, like ghosts in the mist, seemed a fitting scene for me to pay my respects.