From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Tactile
The damp wool of a passerby’s overcoat brushes my knuckles as I adjust my glass plate, the air thick with the smell of horse manure and coal smoke. A young boy nearby sits on the curb, his small fingers calloused from pressing rough-hewn Lincoln Logs into a miniature fortress, oblivious to the news of Pacific raiders. I whistle a few bars of "Over There" while scouting for my next shot, watching a recruitment sergeant adjust his starch-stiff collar. It’s the same old story on every street corner: a stern finger pointed from a tattered poster, reminding every drifting soul that Uncle Sam wants YOU.