From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Sight
The slush is thick enough to swallow a leather boot whole as I frame a shot of a debutante in a beaver-fur stole, the flash-powder stinging my eyes against the soot-heavy wind. I step over a discarded paper screaming RUMANIAN ARMY STILL RETREATS; Russians on Their Flank Are Also Obliged to Withdraw, Petrograd Says. TEUTONS HAVE TAKEN 70,000 Czar's Troops Capture Positions at Two Points in the Mountains. The ink is smudged and bleeding into the gutter, a grim contrast to the gold-buttoned coats bustling toward the matinee. "He kept us out of war," a man mutters, huddling deeper into his wool peacoat while I click the shutter on a world that feels like it’s teetering on a razor’s edge.