In Hosier Lane where colours sing,
And painted walls to life still cling,
Two travellers pause in the sun’s embrace,
Shades on their eyes, the world in their face.
The phone glows bright with its secret chart,
Guiding their steps like a beating heart.
Among murals bold in the laneway’s hue,
They search for a path, yet the art finds them too.
Sony A7RV
FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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On Hosier Lane where colours gleam,
A canvas born of spray and dream,
One chap stands still with phone held high,
While shadows stretch and trams roll by.
Before the wall his muse appears,
A girl in shades, untouched by years,
She strikes a pose with calm and flair,
Graffiti flames behind her hair.
The lens now frames a fleeting truth,
Of city walls and blushing youth
Art on brick and love on show,
In Melbourne’s laneway afterglow.
No gallery needs golden frame,
Their moment lives without a name;
A photo snapped, a smile, a spark
And beauty caught in urban dark.
Sony A7RV
FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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On Hosier Lane where the murals breathe,
A man walks uphill with sunlight sheathed—
Gleaming shades on his silent face,
Each step wrapped in the lane’s embrace.
His wife beside, her hand in his own,
Two shadows stretching on cobblestone.
She leans like memory, soft and near,
He leads like time with nothing to fear.
The walls around burst wild with hue,
But they move quiet, just passing through—
A moment framed in a painted land,
Love uphill, hand in hand.
Sony A7RV
FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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In Hosier Lane where colours clash,
Where echoes bloom from spray can’s flash,
A man stood still with cap pulled low,
A camera poised, his eyes aglow.
The walls around were wild and loud,
A canvas shouting to the crowd—
Yet he, alone, in quiet stance,
Beheld it all as if in trance.
Each line, each stroke, each painted name,
To him was more than fleeting flame.
He sought the story, raw and true,
In every burst of red or blue.
No words he spoke, no sound he made,
Just shadows moved where light would fade.
The lens, an eye, both still and wise,
Caught truth in chaos, form in cries.
And though the world just walked on by,
He watched the wall like one who’d try
To read the soul of street and stone—
A man, a cap, a craft, alone.
Sony A7RV
FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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In Hosier Lane where shadows dwell,
And cobbled streets their secrets tell,
A man and woman paused their stride
To gaze into the sky wide-eyed.
Graffiti flared on every wall,
Yet they saw past the painted sprawl—
Not colours bold or rebel scrawl,
But something vast beyond it all.
Their heads were tilted, side by side,
Their breath a mist the cold supplied.
In black and white the moment stayed,
Two figures caught in light and shade.
What did they seek above the stone?
A passing bird, a world unknown?
The clouds perhaps, or trailing plane,
Or simply wonder, pure, unfeigned.
No words were said, no need to speak,
The silent sky was wide and bleak.
But in that hush, as time slipped by,
They touched the edge of winter’s sky.
Sony A7RV
FE 50mm f1.2 GM
Check out Candid 881
His face is split by the camera’s frame,
Caught side-on, unnamed, a flicker, a flame.
He walks too fast, a ghost in flight,
Slipping through the edge of sight.
Behind him, Hosier hums and calls,
Graffiti and murals crowd the walls—
A riot of colour, a frozen shout,
As he blurs past, fading out.
Sony A7RV
FE 35mm f1.4 GM
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A young man walks with quiet grace,
Uphill he climbs, a steady pace.
Through Hosier Lane, where colors speak,
A canvas worn, where walls are sleek.
His sneakers tap on pavement old,
Among the spray of stories bold.
Each step he takes, a thought untold,
As graffiti whispers secrets cold.
Eyes lost in dreams, not bound by time,
In this wild world, he seeks a rhyme.
The street is loud, yet calm his soul,
A part of art, yet still whole.
His journey’s steep, but in his mind,
The answers wait, the peace he’ll find.
And through the walls, with hues so bright,
He walks, untangling day from night.
Sony A7RV
FE 50mm f1.2 GM
Check out Candid 810
On Hosier Lane where colors gleam,
They pose beneath a spray-can dream.
Graffiti walls, bold strokes and flame,
Now backdrop to their fleeting fame.
He lifts his chin, his left knee bent,
A tilted grin, all cool intent.
The street a stage, his stance precise,
Caught mid-pose like thrown-back dice.
She holds the phone with steady grace,
An upright calm upon her face.
A frame composed, no words to say—
Their story told in light and spray.
They’re not just two among the crowd,
But stars beneath the street art cloud.
In digital ink, the moment stays,
Two hearts immortalised in haze.
Sony A7RV
FE 20-70mm f4 G
Check out Candid 801
In Melbourne’s heart where colors blend,
Hosier Lane, where murals mend.
A canvas loud, a painted stream,
Where art and life entwine in dream.
Amidst the walls so wild, alive,
A young pair struck a pose with vibe.
She raised the phone, her head askew,
Framing the street in vibrant hue.
He tapped his ear, a wicky style,
A playful smirk, a carefree smile.
Graffiti glowed in neon spray,
Yet love outshone the art that day.
The shutter clicked, a flash so fleet,
A fleeting pose on painted street.
Yet in that frame, so bold, so free,
Their moment lived—eternally.
Sony A7RV
FE 20-70mm f4 G
Check out Candid 793 and FACE OFF
I thought he was one of the mural artist there. It turned out he punched the door there for no clear reasons
Sony A7RV
FE 135mm f1.8 GM
Check out Candid 474
Hosier Lane, Melbourne
Everyone loves to snap here.
Panasonic G9
Leica 15mm f1.8
Check out Candid 21 and Face OFF
Epiphany sort of scene here
Someone checking the phone again
Sony A7RIV
FE 14mm f1.8 GM
Check out Candid 249
He was spraying over the graffiti on the wall
Hosier Lane, Melbourne
Panasonic G9
Leica 12-60mm f2.8-4
Check out Candid 124
