Central Park, New York City no number 1955

This photographic work, Central Park, New York City, is by Robert Frank. It's like a contact sheet, maybe a storyboard for a movie that never happened, or maybe it did? I imagine Frank walking around Central Park, his camera a kind of third eye, recording snippets of life—a crowd scene here, a quiet moment there. I love that the dark frame of the film creates a rhythm that underscores each little scene. He's finding beauty in the everyday, elevating the mundane to something worthy of contemplation. Look at how he plays with light and shadow. It reminds me of painters like Fairfield Porter, who also found poetry in the quotidian. Like painters we are all searching for meaning, trying to make sense of the world through our chosen medium, whatever that may be.