Flower cart in rain, Paris 1951

This photograph, Flower cart in rain, Paris, was taken by Robert Frank. The artist's hand, so to speak, is subdued by weather. It’s gray, it’s raining. The cart is barely there, like a ghost. I wonder, did he quickly push the button to capture the scene, and then, like, run for cover? I am imagining Frank, trying to record something so ordinary but so ephemeral. A Parisian flower cart, caught in a downpour. It makes me think about the work of other photographers and painters, like Gerhard Richter, who smudge their images, or deliberately make them out of focus. There is something about the blur that expresses something about experience, and memory in particular. It's like the artist is saying: "This is what it feels like, to be me, remembering this thing".