Street photographers capture fleeting urban moments, turning chaos into art. With a keen eye, they freeze time—gritty alleyways, hurried commuters, or a stray dog against a neon glow. The city’s pulse drives their lens: unscripted, raw, human. A shadow on wet pavement, laughter spilling from a café, or a protest’s silent tension—all become stories in a frame. They chase light and instinct, no rehearsals, no do-overs. Masters like Henri Cartier-Bresson set the bar with his “decisive moment,” but today’s shooters blend tradition with modern grit. Phone or camera, it’s less about gear, more about vision. They roam, unnoticed, weaving narratives from the mundane. Each click is a gamble, a split-second bet on life’s unpredictability. In a world of posed selfies, street photography stays real—cities breathing, unfiltered, alive.