From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Sight
The slush on Broadway carries a heavy grey salt that ruins a man’s boots, but the holiday crowds don’t care; they’re busy eyeing the window displays of Lincoln Logs and wool coats while humming "Till We Meet Again." I caught a sharp frame of a gleaming new motorcar skidding to a perfect, silent stop on its hydraulic brakes, the driver looking far more composed than the boys just trickling back from Blighty. Under the harsh glow of the streetlamps, a newsie screams about the six-billion-dollar tax bill while a dapper gent fiddles with the dials of a new superheterodyne radio receiver in a shop doorway. I keep my lens focused on the shadows, wondering if that strange, clicking Enigma machine I saw in the telegraph office will ever truly keep a secret from being developed in my darkroom.