It is 8:30 and the street is beginning to come to life. The fruit peddler who keeps his fruits in the garage has arranged his tray. On the left Connie Damiani is on her way to her job at Plymouth Toy Co. 1951

Robert Frank made this gelatin silver print "It is 8:30 and the street is beginning to come to life"… and what a feeling! It's a street scene, early morning, misty even. You can almost smell the city waking up. There’s a vendor on the right setting up his fruit stall, while two women in light summer dresses walk purposefully towards their day. It's funny, the way Frank captured the ordinariness of it all – the everydayness of the moment – feels extraordinary. The way the light falls, soft and grey, emphasizes the gritty reality of urban life. I imagine Frank walking along with his camera, maybe unnoticed, or maybe he stopped, took aim, and grabbed this moment for eternity. Did he feel he was reaching back to the Ashcan school painters? Or even further back, to French painting? That's the thing about art, it’s a conversation across time. Frank recorded this brief interlude, but the work itself still resonates. It’s a reminder to find beauty in the mundane, to look closely, and to maybe stop and buy some fruit.