From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Sight
The July sun bakes the sidewalk until the starch in my collar wilts, but the light is perfect for capturing the sharp silhouettes of wool suits and feathered hats. I duck into a newsstand to avoid a passing automobile, my eyes landing on a bold, ink-smudged headline: MAJOR BUTLER SLAIN WITH TEXAS WOMAN; H.J. Spannell Kills His Wife and Sixth Cavalry Officer with Whom She Is Automobiling. SLAYER THEN SURRENDERS Victim of Tragedy Was a Son of the Late Senator Butler and Married ;- Spannell Is a Hotel Man. It's a grisly bit of business that makes the war in Europe seem almost distant, though that new "over the top" slang is on everyone's lips today. I adjust my lens, ignoring the grit of the city, and wait for a woman in a high-waisted linen skirt to walk into the frame just as she hums a bar of "Poor Butterfly."