From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Sight
The mid-August sun glares off the brass buttons of doughboys marching toward the docks, their stiff wool tunics casting sharp, elongated shadows across the dusty cobblestones. I duck behind a newsstand to frame a shot of a gentleman in a high-collared shirt snatching up a paper, the headline screaming of Haig’s success while a nearby motorcar idles, its owner grumbling as he pays a lousy **$0.15** for a single gallon of fuel. The sharp scent of gasoline and horse manure hangs heavy in the humid air, competing with the distant, jaunty whistle of "Over There" drifting from a second-story window. I click my shutter just as a young boy in knickers clutches a box of Lincoln Logs, his face a ghostly silhouette against the vibrant, red-and-blue "Uncle Sam Wants YOU" poster plastered to the brick wall.