From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Sight
The morning mist clings to the cobblestones, catching the amber glow of the gas lamps as a newsboy bellows about the Czar squandering millions on a new battleship. I frame a shot of a gentleman in a wool frock coat, his silhouette sharp against the soot-stained brick, while the scent of fresh bread for a nickel wafts from the bakery. Life is capital for those with silver in their pockets, though a driver nearby curses as he shells out $0.10 for a gallon of fuel to keep his motorcar rattling. I press the shutter just as a woman in a sweeping velvet skirt pauses, the rhythmic crackle of a Victrola from an upstairs window providing the only melody for the industrial grime.