From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Tactile
The chill off the Hudson bites through my worn corduroy jacket as I pivot my lens toward a teenager shivering in a velour tracksuit, his eyes glued to that sleek, glass-and-aluminum iPhone. My fingers ache against the cold metal of my camera body, but I pause to scowl at the gas station sign across the street where $2.27 feels like a personal insult to my thinning wallet. I need a cup of bitter coffee to warm my hands before my next roll, so I tell my shadow *brb* and duck into the deli. Inside, the radio bleats Alicia Keys while I brush crumbs off my fleece, feeling the grit of the city settle into my pores.