Peru, no number 1948

This gelatin silver print, Peru, no number, was captured by Robert Frank sometime in the 20th century. It's like a photo album page torn loose, maybe? I see snapshots, moments snipped from a larger roll, all held together on one sheet. You get a glimpse into Frank’s journey, his way of seeing the world in fragments. What was he thinking when he snapped these shots? Was he looking for something specific, or just letting the world unfold before his lens? There are people, buildings, streets, palm trees…He's a fly on the wall, a ghost drifting through scenes. The stark contrast of the silver gelatin gives it a timeless feel, you know? It's like a memory, faded but still vivid. What do you make of the composition of multiple images, like a little movie playing out? It kind of reminds me of someone like Gerhard Richter, who saw photography as a way to capture the world, but also to question its reality.