From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Tactile
The July sun bakes the heavy wool of my charcoal frock coat, and my fingers ache from gripping the cold, unyielding brass of the tripod. My word, the grit of the city stickies to my palms as I focus on a newsboy, his thin linen shirt frayed at the collar and damp with sweat. He ignores the headlines of Martian canals to fan a thick, stiff deck of Rook cards in his grimy hands. He shuffles the cardboard with a crisp, satisfying snap that cuts through the clatter of horse-drawn carriages on the cobblestones.