From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Tactile
The autumn wind bites through my wool coat as I frame a shot of a lad clutching a set of Lincoln Logs, his grubby fingers tracing the rough, notched wood. He shies away from a group of girls as if they’ve got the cooties, his knees stained with the grime of a city on edge over the La Follette inquiry. I pass a filling station where the stinging scent of exhaust lingers, a sign mockingly advertising gas for $0.15 a gallon while my heavy camera strap digs into my shoulder. Everywhere, men in stiff, scratchy serge suits huddle over newspapers, their faces etched with the grit of a world preparing to head "Over There."