From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Tactile
Snowflakes melt against the rough wool of my overcoat as I adjust the focus on a young boy clutching a set of Lincoln Logs, his mittens rubbing against the notched redwood. The air smells of coal smoke and wet draft horses, a sharp contrast to the shop window where a sign demands a lousy $0.15 for a single gallon of gas just to keep those new motorcars chugging. I capture a snapshot of a woman adjusting her husband’s stiff, high-collared shirt as he prepares for the front, her fingers tangling in the cold metal of his jacket's modern zipper. Nearby, a group of men huddle around a newsstand, their faces grim over headlines from Brest-Litovsk while the distant whistle of "Over There" drifts through the biting winter wind.