From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Sight
The sun catches the sharp lace collars and silk sunshades of the ladies parading past the construction, where the smell of fresh mortar hangs thick over the sidewalk. I steady my tripod as a newsboy shouts about how "Mrs. Belmont Helps Again" and the "House Adjoining Equality League's New Home to be Joined to It," his ink-stained fingers clutching the paper like it's gold. The men in their stiff boater hats steer clear of the suffragettes as if the women's rights movement carried the cooties, their wool coats looking heavy in the humid autumn air. I capture the blur of a motorcar’s brass radiator reflecting the grit of the street, while the faint, jaunty rhythm of "Alexander’s Ragtime Band" whistles from a nearby storefront.