From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Tactile
I steady my Leica as a swell in a wool-felt fedora adjusts his cheaters, the afternoon sun glinting off the chrome of a passing sedan. Nearby, a newsie ignores the headlines of Atlantic treaties to master a Duncan Yo-Yo, the rough cotton string snapping against his calloused palm with every rhythmic loop. I pull my collar tight against the sudden autumn nip, passing a filling station where the attendant barks about gas hitting $0.30 a gallon. It’s a steep price to pay for a drive to go find some giggle water, but the city hums with a reckless, velvet energy that feels like it could last forever.