From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Tactile
The humid June air clings to the wool waistcoats of the passing crowd, and I can almost feel the rough, ink-stained newsprint under my thumb as I adjust my camera lens. Blimey, the grit on these cobblestones is relentless, scratching at the polished leather of a gentleman's boots as he pauses to whistle *Meet Me in St. Louis, Louis* while adjusting his stiff linen collar. A group of children huddle nearby, their small hands calloused from play as they slide the smooth wooden tokens of a Land’s Lord board across the dusty pavement. I watch a Russian traveler nearby scowl at a newspaper heavy with fresh blacking ink, the smell of the damp pigment mixing with the metallic tang of a passing streetcar.