From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Tactile
The heavy wool of my herringbone jacket chafes against my neck as I crouch for the shot, my fingers tracing the slick, laminated finish of the Rook cards discarded in the gutter. Gadzooks, the midday sun glints off the polished brass of a passing motorcar, highlighting the stiff starch of the gentleman’s high collar and the abrasive grit of the New York pavement. I find myself whistling "Put On Your Old Grey Bonnet" to drown out the somber murmurs regarding poor Mrs. Cunningham, my thumb pressing the shutter just as a woman in heavy mourning crepe brushes past. The smell of scorched bread from a nearby window hangs thick, mingling with the metallic tang of the harbor breeze.