From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Tactile
The damp wool of the newsboy’s knickerbockers scratches against my hand as I tilt the camera, framing his dirty face against the grainy texture of the brick wall. He grips a set of notched redwood Lincoln Logs with white-knuckled intensity, a small fortress against the rumors of sunken ships and rising costs. I press the shutter, though my stomach rumbles for a crust of bread that now commands a steep **$0.06**. In this harbor city, it is a time for deeds not words, as the sharp metal teeth of modern zippers bite into the stiff canvas of military coats.