From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Tactile
The mist rolls off the Hudson as the *Leviathan* looms, a rusted iron giant returning our boys to the grit of the West Side piers. I pull my wool collar tight against the damp, watching a young veteran in a scratchy doughboy tunic kneel to hand his son a set of notched redwood Lincoln Logs; the boy’s small fingers trace the rough, splintery grain with a look of pure wonder. The harbor air is thick with the scent of coal smoke and salt, though I had to cough up a lousy $0.15 for a gallon of fuel just to get my Ford to the docks this morning. I frame the shot as the strikers pause their shouting, their heavy canvas jackets blending into a sea of khaki and hope.