From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Sound
The heavy yellow fog chokes the harbor, turning the gaslight to a ghost’s glow and muffling the desperate clang of the fire engine lost somewhere near the docks. My word, the grit on my lens feels like charcoal, but the soot-stained collars and long wool coats of the panicked commuters make for a haunting frame against the gray. In the shadows of a newsstand, three boys are huddled away from the damp, snapping down the red and black cards of a Rook game with feverish intensity. They're whistling a muffled, tuneless version of "Shine On, Harvest Moon" to drown out the low groan of the stranded ferry whistles.