From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Tactile
The July sun bakes the heavy wool of my vest as I adjust the tripod, my fingers tracing the rugged, waxy texture of a fresh box of Crayola crayons I’ve tucked away for my nephew. Nearby, a lad in a stiff linen collar tosses a copper coin onto a baker's cart, grumbling that five cents for a simple loaf of bread is a capital way to drain a man's pockets. I ignore the frantic chatter about the South Carolina uprisings to focus my lens on the way the harsh light catches the dust motes and the coarse weave of the passing shopkeepers' waistcoats. It’s a humid, heavy afternoon, where the smell of yeast and horsehide hangs thick enough to swallow even the most daring headlines.