From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Tactile
The damp wool of my heavy overcoat pricks against my neck as I lean over the newsstand, where the ink-stained headlines scream of the *Beta* crashing against the jagged rocks of Turk’s Island. I adjust the brass dials of my camera, my frozen fingers fumbling with the stiff tactile grain of a new deck of Rook cards I’ve tucked into my pocket for the long walk home. Blimey, the wind is sharp enough to cut through even the finest broadcloth, but the local shop boy doesn’t seem to mind as he whistles a jaunty rendition of *Shine On, Harvest Moon*. I watch the light catch the crinkle of a fresh cellophane wrapper, a strange new material that glints like ice against the grit of the cobblestones.