From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Sight
The flash of my powder lamp catches the sharp wool silhouettes of these suffragettes marching for their votes, their faces etched with a grit that rivals the grim news of the Kaiser’s whitening hair. I adjust the lens as a doughboy in a stained khaki tunic retreats from a newsstand, probably terrified he's brought a fresh case of the trench cooties back to the city streets. I duck into the bakery to escape the autumn chill, cursing as I part with my last **$0.06** for a meager loaf that feels lighter every week. Outside, the grainy twilight flickers against the shop windows, while the distant, tinny melody of "Till We Meet Again" drifts from a doorway, haunting the tired crowds.