From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Sight
The flash powder stings my eyes, illuminating the charcoal wool coats and feathered hats of the frantic crowd pressing against the newsstand. Through my lens, the black ink of the headlines screams of fifty thousand Austrians captured, a victory cry that pierces the damp November fog. A young boy ignores the war talk, hunkered down on the cobblestones to stack his new set of Lincoln Logs into a miniature fortress. He’s lucky to be here and not off for a bit of blighty like the hollow-eyed soldiers shuffling past, their silhouettes fading into the gray city smoke.