From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Sound
The damp cobblestones of Lower Manhattan hum with the rattle of pushcarts and the rhythmic clip-clop of weary horses under a heavy autumn mist. A newsboy on the corner shouts about the "vicious rich" while I adjust the bellows of my camera, capturing the grit of wool coats and soot-stained caps. From a nearby doorway, a tinny phonograph wheezes out *Shine On, Harvest Moon*, its melody almost drowned out by some blockhead screaming for a nickel. The air smells of coal smoke and wet wool as I wait for the perfect silver-salt shadow to develop in this gray, November light.