Sure it’s morbid and probably been over exposed through the years from folks like Warhol, but I’ve never seen this photo before and am bizarrely drawn into it’s story.

I should remember to be a bit more morbid and get back to taking photos.

Via The most beautiful suicide kottke.org

Every year I try to make it out to Green-Wood Cemetery at least once during October. Last Saturday we went for a nice walk amongst the tombstones around dusk occasionally stopping to take a couple photos.

I should remember to visit the cemetery more often, and also remember not to get locked in after closing next time. Oops.

Last Saturday, after a morning of taking photos in Red Hook, I had to run into the city to buy a helmet before Motorsports closed at 5. By 4:20, I was in a car service car cruising through the Battery Tunnel. It seemed like I was going to make it, but then traffic stopped.

There were a ton of cops and all the tourists I assume were there to see Ground Zero were looking up into the sky instead of down at The Lack. When it seemed like we had come to the end of the traffic jam, there was a cop there forcing everyone going north on the West Side Highway to turn around!

I was pissed, it was 4:40 by now and there was no way I was making it all the way up to 46th street by 5. So, I got out and began walking to a different shop. When I rounded the corner to wade through the tourists past Century 21, I saw it.

It was a smoky blaze and it turns out that a couple firefighters died fighting it.

I should remember… I dunno… that bad shit happens, I guess.

Yeah, Kurt Vonnegut died today at age 84. From the Times obituary: “, whose dark comic talent and urgent moral vision in novels like ‘Slaughterhouse-Five,’ ‘Cat’s Cradle’ and ‘God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater’ caught the temper of his times and the imagination of a generation, died last night in Manhattan… Mr. Vonnegut suffered irreversible brain injuries as a result of a fall several weeks ago, according to his wife, Jill Krementz.”

Just some history to remember.