From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Sound
The brass horn of a Victrola down the block bellows "You're a Grand Old Flag," nearly drowning out the frantic shouts of newsboys hawking extras about the horrors in Valparaiso. I adjust my viewfinder on a group of men in stiff linen collars leaning against a Benz, looking fit as a fiddle despite the heavy, humid air. The smell of horse manure mingles with the sharp tang of petroleum, and I grimace at the roadside sign listing gas at $0.10 a gallon—a steep price for such rattling, noisy machines. I click the shutter just as a woman in a dust coat turns her head, her silk veil fluttering like a ghost against the backdrop of this bustling, soot-stained Saturday.