...Until then I only knew Mary Frank as a figure in a photograph. She was the beautiful, exhausted young mother in the car with her two children at the end of Robert Frank’s The Americans—the woman keeping their kids fed, clean, and happy on the road, while her husband completed the work that would make him immortal in the history of photography. ...At age seventeen, she married Robert Frank and gave birth to their son, Pablo, the next year. Their daughter, Andrea, was born three years later. In the mid-fifties, Mary studied drawing with Hans Hoffman and also took up sculpture. She and Robert divorced in 1969. Neither Pablo nor Andrea made it to middle age. Andrea died in an airplane crash in 1974, and Pablo of Hodgkin’s in 1994. One of Mary’s new photographs shows a snapshot of the children in an arrangement that includes pieces of slate, a figure of a grieving woman, a drawing of two cheetahs running side-by-side, paintings of rocks and mountains, and a cream-colored circular line drawing that recurs in another of the new photographs. The cheetah image I recognize from Shadows of Africa, her 1992 book with Peter Matthiessen. She calls the photograph Every Night When the Sun Goes Down (Pablo and Andrea). (https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2011/05/26/mary-frank/)