From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Sound
The clatter of horse-drawn cabs over the cobblestones competes with a nearby barrel organ wheezing out "Meet Me in St. Louis, Louis," while the air smells thick of coal smoke and damp wool coats. I adjust the heavy brass lens of my camera to capture a newsboy ducking through the crowd, his voice raspy as he shouts the headlines about the miners’ eight-hour victory. Stopped at the bakery window, I dig into my pocket and grumble as I part with my last **$0.05** for a single loaf, though the warm crust feels "fit as a fiddle" against my palm in the November chill. A gentleman in a stiff celluloid collar pauses to check his pocket watch, perfectly framed against the grit of a soot-stained brick wall for my next plate.