Buildings at dusk--Los Angeles 1955

Robert Frank captured 'Buildings at dusk--Los Angeles' with a camera, crafting a world of shadow and light. The scene is soft, a bit blurry, like a memory fading at the edges. Rows of palm trees stand like silent witnesses, their spindly trunks and tufted heads stretching toward the sky. I wonder what Frank felt as he framed this shot. Was he drawn to the way the artificial lights of the buildings cut through the gloom? Or was it the contrast between the organic forms of the palm trees and the rigid geometry of the architecture? It makes you think about all the different ways we can see and interpret a place. Frank isn't giving us a postcard view. Instead, he's hinting at the melancholy that can be found in the everyday. It reminds me that art is not just about what we see, but how we see it.