River Elegy by Sylvie RedmondWhen my father was diagnosed with an unexpected and aggressive cancer, I found myself grasping at the remaining moments with him. I began photographing the river that cuts through my city. I photographed obsessively, every day standing in the same spot on the bridge and recording the weather, date, and time on the back of each Polaroid. They became an accounting of days. As they accumulated, the Polaroids began to feel symbolic of the passage of