From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Sound
The click of my shutter snaps against the frantic clatter of iron-rimmed wheels on cobblestone, freezing a newsboy in his wool flat cap as he screams of the Panama Canal's uncertainty. I dodge a woman in a heavy velvet corset who is humming "Peg o' My Heart," her floral perfume cutting through the thick, metallic scent of coal smoke hanging over the city. Dropping **$0.06** on the counter for a warm loaf, I grumble at how the price pinches my pockets just to keep body and soul together. If this rain doesn't let up, I’ll be wishing for a ticket back to **blighty** before the evening fog rolls in.