I learned yesterday that a friend had taken his own life. I knew him some, but not well. It makes me wish I had taken the time to get to know him better when I could. It makes me angry and hurt all at once.

Martin was a photographer. He sometimes shared his work with friends. One recent series of photos, taken at an abandoned meth lab out in the country, has stuck with me ever since he shared it.

So I thought a fitting memorial would be this series of his photos (click on any one to see it full size):

Farewell, Martin. I’ll miss you.