Vienna--Early Europe 7 1949

Robert Frank’s photographic contact sheet, Vienna--Early Europe 7, shows the world through a series of captured moments in time. I think of Frank, out in the world, his camera almost like an extension of his own eye. Each frame is a chance, right? A chance to catch something real, to freeze a feeling. I feel like he's building a narrative through these images. Each strip tells a story, but they don't quite connect, and I like that. I love how photography lets you see things in ways you never would otherwise. It’s about framing, timing, and all those happy accidents. Like, what was Frank thinking when he snapped each shot? Was he trying to say something, or just letting the world speak for itself? Photography, like painting, is about seeing, feeling, and trying to make sense of it all. We're all just riffing off each other, trying to add something new to the mix, one frame at a time.