From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Sight
The glare of the morning sun bounces off the polished brass of a passing Victrola, nearly blinding me as I frame a shot of a debutante in her stiff linen skirts. I lower my camera to see a newsie shaking a paper in my face, the bold ink shouting that THAW'S VALET IS DEAD; JEROME HAS HIS STORY; He Said His Master Was Sane and Never Used Drugs. THAWS NOT WED ABROAD His Testimony All Taken Down -- The Prisoner's Health Demands Speedy Trial, Says Olcott. My word, the scandal is thick enough to choke on, even as the scent of fresh five-cent bread wafts from the bakery to mingle with the horse manure in the street. I ignore the grim headline to focus on a gentleman in a silk top hat, capturing the way the shadows of the elevated train grate play across his somber, high-collared silhouette.