Melbourne Candid Series #1120 Collins Arcade

 

Inside Collins Arcade, where shadows play,
A boutique glows in monochrome grey.
A gentleman stands, with a beard so neat,
In silence poised, his ritual complete.

Jars and flasks in orderly row,
Spices and oils with a fragrant flow.
His hands, like echoes of time gone past,
Move with care, deliberate and fast.

He measures, pours, then seals with grace,
As if each condiment held a trace
Of old-world charm and whispered lore,
Within that modest Melbourne store.

The arcade hums with ghostly tread,
Footsteps soft where dreams are fed.
And in that frame of black and white,
He works—a figure bathed in light.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

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