on what might be the last time
in september 2016, i hopped on a plane to prescott, arizona with my mom to visit my grandpa, irwin shack, and his wife, sonsoles. grandpa wasn't in too good shape physically, and after many health scares throughout the years (which he remarkably survived), we all knew that, sadly, his death was imminent. i don't get out to arizona all that often, and given the circumstances, i went on this visit with the mindset that this might very well be the last time i ever see him. i brought my cameras and annoyingly took hundreds of photos and videos with my film and digital cameras and iphone.
the trip did end up being the last time i ever saw him. he died two months later.
irwin shack was born and raised in east new york, brooklyn. even though he lived the latter part of his life in arizona, you couldn't take the brooklyn out of the guy. he claimed to have played ball for the brooklyn dodgers farm team (nobody knows if this is true). he was in the service. he worked in sales for hotpoint. he loved golf, tennis (he taught me all i know and adore about the game) and his many cats. irwin worshipped his family and was a great grandfather. on what might be the last time is a collection of images from the last moments i got to spend with him.