Wellfleet no number 1954

This is Robert Frank’s 'Wellfleet no number,' a photographic contact sheet that captures his process as much as the final image. It's all about that raw, unedited feel, you know? The composition, if you can even call it that, is just this grid of moments, little slices of life. I love how Frank lays bare the mechanics of photography, showing us the outtakes, the almost-but-not-quite shots. It's like he’s saying, "Here, this is how it really happens," revealing the messiness of image-making. In one strip, you catch a glimpse of figures on the beach, the horizon tilting. It reminds me of the spontaneity in Helen Levitt's street photography, where life unfolds in front of the lens, unscripted and real. With Frank, there’s no attempt to hide the seams. It’s this honesty that makes his work so compelling, such a conversation starter.