From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Sight
Snowflakes melt against my Leica’s lens, blurring the wool silhouettes of dapper fellas darting toward the subway. A newsie on the corner screams about Mrs. Witherell’s rescue from that mountain cabin, his ink-stained fingers trembling in the biting February wind. Nearby, a phonograph shop blares the jaunty tin-pan melody of *The Sheik of Araby by Harry B. Smith & Ted Snyder*, and a young sheba in an ermine stole catches my eye, winking at the lens. "Ain't we got fun?" she chirps, adjusting her cloche hat before vanishing into the charcoal haze of the city.