Winter, Mabou 16 - 1996

Here's Robert Frank with his camera, taking a picture in the snow. I love how Frank's shadow self is right there in the picture, like he's saying, "I'm here, I'm seeing this, and now you are too." It's not just a landscape, it’s him experiencing it. The shadowy figure becomes almost sculptural, carved out by the snow, and there’s this funny tension between the ephemeral moment and the lasting image. I imagine Frank out there in Mabou, Nova Scotia, the crunch of snow under his boots, the cold biting at his cheeks. He’s thinking about light, about form, but also about something deeper—his relationship to this place. The way the snow sits on that object, whatever it is, creates a soft, quiet moment. It's like he is painting with light. It's a super personal, vulnerable kind of act, isn't it? Seeing and showing, all at once.