The Last Waltz, The Last Show, The Last Roll: all are tributes to the end of an era. For Jeff Jacobson, The Last Roll represented the end of airiness. His life was never in question, but from that day onward, he lived in defiance of death. Life was not linear anymore but rather cyclical as nature, in an effort to bloom again. Dedicated to his wife Marnie Andrews, this intimate story is not one of individual struggle but of a shared one. Marnie’s poem is a break in this fog of images, which Kodachrome’s grainy texture gives the dimension of a dream. “...the bushes wave their first seed pods, (I could swear they were waving, laughing at us,) ‘We’re coming. This cold will end.’”
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