Lawrence John Korchin by David Korchin

My father and I took only a few photos of each other over the years. When I was old enough, he gave me his Kalimar, which he'd bought for his honeymoon, and told me "Go see." And I did—leaving behind my hometown, my country, my family. Over decades I returned only in glimpses; in grabs and fast frames. Lately, with his own shutter slowing, I visited my father more and more. Lawrence John Korchin passed away yesterday, at 86, and I'm just now starting to see what he meant.

Phoning Home by David Korchin

Over the last several months, I’ve been returning to my hometown to take care of family—some of those images are here. But on the last trip (maybe the final one) I did not have my usual lens with me. It was a chance to use my mobile more. Saskatoon really is a lovely place, it’s just that, well, I was in a mood.

Passing through. by David Korchin

Jim Hall, the accomplished musician and giant of jazz guitar for over 50 years, passed away last week. I'll miss his signature sound, gentlemanly countenance and appetite for a ripe joke. I've photographed Jim many times—our final session in his Greenwich Village apartment was to document his guitar collection.

The images below were taken at a sound check at the Village Vanguard in 2005. It's not likely we'll hear this style of music played with such individualism, which, apart from the man, is what we'll miss the most.

Jim Hall, Village Vanguard, New York CIty 2005

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