Author: Stacy Horn

A friend of mine just started an online magazine called Urban Firefighter! Congratulations Ray McCormack and Erich Roden! Woohoo!! It looks great! That page turning thing, which I thought wouldn’t work, actually works beautifully.

I was walking home on Bleecker and I realized I liked all the signs hanging out, and the generally messy look. So I kept shooting as I walked along. I’m passing by Murray’s Cheese here. If this store ever goes away I will starve to death.

Side-by-side strollers! Hate them! But then I realized, if I was out strolling with a baby, how much nicer it would be to have a companion to talk to, so I keep my hate to myself and hope that buys me some points when I stop dead in my tracks to take a picture, which must be very annoying for the people behind me.

I used to get pomegranate seeds at the store with the green awning, but they never have them anymore. And I really should try that Risotteria place.

I love stores like this.  I don’t buy newspapers anymore, and I quit smoking in 1986, but still.  I love them.  Like everything else, they are disappearing.

This was the scene. Tons of trucks, and two ladders, and one with a basket going up to the top floor. But there no sign of a fire and no reason I could see why the people couldn’t exit the building normally. Close-up shot below.

I zoomed in on the window the basket went up to.

You can’t tell because it’s so out of focus, but this woman was holding a dog.

She spent some time talking with the firefighter, and I wondered briefly if this was a jumper situation, but that didn’t make sense either.

Not with this many trucks, and there were a bunch of guys on the roof with those things, I forget what they’re called. It begins with an “h”.

So who knows?  I had to leave for the dentist.  But it was very strange.

Jane Gilsenan, who lived to be 111, just died. She was interviewed last month and when asked if she had any tips for living so long she said, “I have none, and I wouldn’t give them away because I wouldn’t wish it on anybody.”

WHAT?? WHAT?? I want to live forever and when forever is done I want to do it again. Not Jane. She said, “I can’t say I regret it, but I wouldn’t want to do this again.”

I just don’t get that. Blows my mind. The full article is here, with pictures. I’m hardly the Pollyanna type, in fact I think a lot about life and people suck, and I’ve had to endure some nearly unendurable things. Who hasn’t? But there’s enough to make it worthwhile. More than worthwhile. Maybe extreme old age is a lot worse than I think.

A building I shot walking along the river. Don’t those poles remind you of the masts on a ship?