From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Sight
The flash powder ignites, freezing a newsboy in a flurry of wool caps and brass buttons as he shouts of the Midshipman’s brutal hazing over at the Academy. I pull my collar tight against the winter chill, watching a dandy crank his Oldsmobile while grumbling about paying a whole $0.10 for a gallon of gas just to rattle down these cobblestones. Some "blockhead" in a heavy mackinaw stumbles through my frame, nearly toppling my tripod into the slush. The city is a blur of sepia shadows and sharp silhouettes, every face etched with the grim grit of a Thursday afternoon in December.