From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Sound
The hiss of the radiator at the newsstand competes with a nearby organ grinder, but everyone is humming that same Nora Bayes tune about the harvest moon. I tighten my grip on the bellows camera as a group of men in stiff wool frock coats gather, their voices rising in a bally row over the morning headlines of Serbian bloodshed and Austrian gunboats. Gadzooks, the city is a frantic blur of horseshoes striking cobblestone and the strange, rhythmic chugging of those new Model T engines. I capture a quick frame of a woman in a wide-brimmed feathered hat; she’s clutching a fresh loaf of nickel bread while dodging a puddle of oil and mud.