From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Tactile
The cold biting through my woolen coat is enough to crack the glass in my camera, but the New Year’s Eve crowd is too vibrant to ignore. I watch a young boy in stiff, rough-spun denim clutching a set of Rook cards, his fingers chafed red from the salty harbor wind. Blimey, the docks are thick with the smell of coal smoke and fresh yeast from the bakery carts. I dig into my pocket, my thumb brushing the ridges of a nickel—exactly the $0.05 I need for a warm loaf to stop my stomach’s growling before the sun sets on 1908.