From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Sound
The July heat sizzles off the cobblestones, mixing the stench of horse manure with the sharp, electric ozone of those new self-starting motorcars. Through my viewfinder, I catch a newsie shouting about the Tammany Hall defeat, his voice competing with the brassy blare of "Alexander's Ragtime Band" spilling out from a nearby social club's phonograph. I adjust my focus as a group of ragged street urchins scurry past; the poor devils look like they’re crawling with cooties, yet they grin as they dodge a sputtering hydroplane being hauled toward the docks. I click the shutter just as a man in a stiff linen suit pauses to check his pocket watch, capturing the gritty, rhythmic pulse of a city that never stops moving.