From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Sound
The heavy humidity of this August afternoon clings to the newsboys’ wool caps as they shout about that train wreck down in Virginia over the tinny, whistling strains of "Peg o’ My Heart." I duck into a doorway to swap my film, nearly tripping over a lad obsessed with his new Erector Set, the metallic clatter of those steel girders ringing out against the cobblestones like a miniature construction site. The street is a symphony of grinding carriage wheels and the new-fangled hum of motors, a far cry from the quiet of a soldier seeking his blighty. I raise my camera just as a woman in a high-collared lace blouse pauses to squint at a crossword puzzle, capturing her silhouette before the gritty soot of the passing trolley smears the frame.