From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Tactile
The December wind bites through my wool coat as I frame a real sheba draped in heavy fox fur, her face hidden behind those new Foster Grant sunglasses despite the gray Park Avenue sky. I track a sleek sedan humming with the low vibration of a car radio, its tires clicking over the slick pavement just blocks from where the sirens wailed for poor DeWitt Wells. My frozen fingers fumble with the shutter, competing with a street urchin rattling a Duncan Yo-Yo made of cold, hard maple against his corduroy knickers. Nearby, a technician hauls a thick coil of coaxial cable through the slush, the heavy rubber insulation smelling of wet soot and industrial progress.