From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Sight
The flash powder blinds me for a second, but not before I catch the crisp silhouette of a woman’s wool walking suit and the sharp newsies hawking papers about a false imprisonment case. The autumn air is thick with the scent of roasted chestnuts and the ink-heavy smell of the morning editions, though I can barely hear the horses over a nearby gramophone. I find myself whistling *Meet Me in St. Louis, Louis* as I swap a nickel for a loaf of warm bread, watching a gentleman in a silk top hat look absolutely fit as a fiddle. The soft glow of the gas lamps begins to compete with the setting sun, casting long, dramatic shadows across the cobblestones that beg for one more plate before the light fails.