From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Sound
The rhythmic clatter of horse hooves on Belgian blocks competes with the tinny echo of "Shine On, Harvest Moon" drifting from a nearby gramophone shop. Blimey, the wind nearly snatched my tripod as I framed a dandy in a starch-collared shirt leaning over a discarded *New York Times* shouting, "PARSONS WINS HERE, M'CARREN IN KINGS; Odell Holds His Own in Primary, but Is Unable to Make Any Gains. CASSIDY DOWNS BERMEL Queens Borough President Routed Utterly -- Mack Beats Saxo by Only 81 Votes. PARSONS WINS HERE, M'CARREN IN KINGS." The sharp scent of coal smoke clings to the wool coats of the morning commuters, their faces obscured by the gray April mist. I catch the glint of light on a new Ford’s brass radiator—a mechanical beast growling through the intersection—just as my shutter clicks to freeze a newsboy’s frantic dance in the grit.