From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Sight
The slush on Broadway spatters against the wool coats of newsies shouting about the War Cabinet, their breath blooming like white ghosts in the biting winter air. I focus my lens on a woman in a heavy velvet hat, her silhouette sharp against a shop window where a gleaming new motorcar boasts of its hydraulic brakes. Inside the lounge next door, the tinny crackle of a superheterodyne radio receiver fights the static to play a Richard Whiting tune, momentarily drowning out the whispers of an early Enigma machine changing the code of the world. It is a lousy, cold Monday, but I keep shooting, dodging a few street urchins who look like they’ve got the cooties and a pocketful of Lincoln Logs.