When the Robert Frank exhibit Storylines first opened at the Tate Modern in 2006, June and I spent hours wandering through the gallery. We were completely entranced by the immediacy of the moment.
Often lonely or disparaged, his scenes seemed to capture a spaciousness of the human spirit, a resilience to engage in entropic movements. The exhibit left you entranced, possessed by sheer openness.
To the credit of both photographers, they manage to capture the oscillations of dejection and optimism in equal measure; in the end, always pointing us in the direction of what is still to come.