From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Sound
The flash powder stings my eyes as I capture a dapper gent shouting across the new transcontinental telephone line, his voice a frantic ghost bridging the distance from our grit-stained curb. I weave through the shivering crowds on 42nd Street, where the sharp clatter of horseshoes competes with the newsboys yelling about those poor souls convicted in Brussels. A matron in heavy wool rushes past, her bag clinking with a new Pyrex glass dish, though her face looks like she’s just crossed "no man's land." I’m trying to focus my lens on a child clutching a Raggedy Ann, but the sonar-like ping of a bicycle bell snaps me back to the cold reality of a world at war.