From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Tactile
The damp spring chill clings to the wool of these passing bowlers and the stiff starch of every celluloid collar I snap today. I watch a young lad grip a fresh box of Crayola crayons, his fingers tracing the rough, paraffin-waxy texture of the wrappers while he hums a low, jaunty bit of "Ida, Sweet as Apple Cider." My word, the city feels frantic with the news of those Nebraska legislators refusing to work, yet the street keeps humming. I pass a huckster hawking fuel for $0.10 a gallon, the sharp, biting scent of the gas cutting through the heavy smell of horse manure and wet cobblestones.