From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Sound
The click of my shutter captures a newsboy shouting about the Bolsheviks over the rhythmic clip-clop of horse hooves on wet cobblestones. A young mother in a wool cloche hat hurries past, clutching a fresh set of Lincoln Logs for her boy while a gramophone nearby crackles with "Till We Meet Again." Across the street, a group of soot-faced dockworkers are trading grins and shouting, "The Yanks are coming!" as the scent of six-cent sourdough wafts through the biting winter air. I adjust my focus on the grit of the storefronts, freezing this restless, hopeful moment before the city shifts again.