From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Sight
The flash powder blinds a dandy in a stiff celluloid collar, his lady clutching a parasol as they skirt a newsie shouting about the bloody riots over in Kobe. It’s a bully evening for a portrait, provided the salt spray from the harbor doesn't damp the lace of the passing Gibson girls. I catch myself whistling the tune of "In My Merry Oldsmobile," though I’d sooner spend my nickels on glass plates than a motor carriage. Between the shadows of the gaslights, the city feels electric, vibrating with the news of torn-down statues and the promise of a crisp autumn night.