From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Sound
The heavy clatter of horse hooves on cobblestone fights against the new, staccato rattle of a motorcar turning onto Broadway, while some fellow nearby whistles the melancholic strain of "Poor Butterfly." I squint through my viewfinder at a woman in a stiff linen suit, her sharp silhouette mirrored in a puddle, just as a newsboy’s holler cuts through the steam: "ITALIAN VESSEL SUNK; Brigantine Rita Destroyed in the War Zone!" It’s a lousy way to start a Monday, hearing of more wood and bone splintering out in the Atlantic while we’re all just trying to catch the light. I click the shutter, freezing her startled expression against the backdrop of a city that feels increasingly like it’s teetering on the edge of a great, dark horizon.