From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Sound
The slush of late February crunches under my boots, competing with a newsie screaming about the Mikado and the Great War over the roar of a passing Ford. I lift my camera to take a quick snapshot of a girl in a wool shawl humming "Till We Meet Again," her eyes fixed on the shop window's display of Lincoln Logs. I duck into the bakery to escape the biting wind, fishing a nickel and a penny from my pocket. It’s a lousy feeling to watch the price of bread climb to $0.06 while the radio hums with talk of new gears and distant fronts.