From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Tactile
The damp chill of March clings to the rough tweed of my coat as I adjust the focal ring, capturing a young girl clutching a new Raggedy Ann doll; the doll’s limp cotton limbs and yarn hair feel sturdy compared to the fragile glass of my plates. Beside her, a discarded newspaper displays the **SUMMARY OF 1915 SPRING FASHIONS**, its ink smudging against the wet pavement. I watch the parade of heavy wool skirts and stiff collars pass by, wondering how many of these fine-dressed lads will soon be shipped off to blighty. For now, there is only the sharp scent of coal smoke and the tactile scratch of starched linen under the afternoon sun.