Early New York City no number 1954

Here's a strip of black and white photographic frames by Robert Frank, titled ‘Early New York City no number’. I'm thinking about Frank walking around the city with his camera – a kind of extension of the eye and hand – capturing moments that speak to a certain poetry of urban life. In a way, the camera frames the world, deciding what to include and what to leave out, just like a painter with their canvas. The sequencing of images, the subtle shifts in perspective and subject, suggests Frank is building a story, or maybe a feeling. The grainy texture and high contrast add to the emotional intensity, turning everyday scenes into something loaded with significance. I like that the word 'city' is scribbled on the edge, like a note to himself. It's like Frank is whispering, "Look at this, look at that," inviting us to see the world through his eyes, and I get the sense he's urging us to find our own poetry in the everyday.