Melbourne Candid Series #1268 Flagstaff Garden

 

A man stands in a field of soft, blurred voices,
sunlight falling on his bare arms,
on the crumpled tissue in his hand
a small pause in the middle of a busy day.

Beside him, a woman bends toward a child,
their movements quiet as petals settling.
The child leans forward,
hair slipping like a brushstroke
toward the open earth.

Around them, life goes on
figures drifting, talking,
fading into background haze
but here, in this small circle,
time slows to a gentle heartbeat.

A moment of care,
unremarkable to the world,
yet whole and complete in itself
a simple tenderness
held on a sunlit lawn.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

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Melbourne Candid Series #1265 Flagstaff Garden

 

A young man,
jeans faded like long-travelled roads,
walks with his back to my lens
a silhouette etched in motion.

A wide Mexican hat crowns him,
its brim a small horizon
carrying stories he may not yet know.

He passes beneath the arching sign
of Melbourne’s Mexican Festival,
colours fluttering like paper prayers,
music drifting warm as spice.

In that instant
hat, jeans, stride
he becomes a quiet emblem
of crossing into celebration,
a wanderer stepping
from the ordinary
into a world painted bright
with culture, laughter,
and the promise of belonging.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

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Melbourne Candid Series #1264 Flagstaff Garden

 

In Flagstaff Gardens, Melbourne’s quiet green,
a man stood pausing in the late-day air,
a fork raised like a small, earnest compass
guiding him through a container of nachos
golden shards catching the light
as if the sun had scattered them by hand.

He wore summer lightly:
a T-shirt soft with miles of wandering,
shorts brushing the edge of breeze,
and in his back pocket, a bottle
tipping like a secret he’d forgotten to hide
a small companion clinking with his steps.

Around him, the city hummed
its unhurried evening hymn:
trams sighing, leaves whispering gossip,
pigeons pacing like old philosophers.

But he ate as though nothing else existed
each bite a quiet devotion,
an edible peace,
a brief, gentle proof
that a moment can belong entirely
to one person,
one fork,
one mouthful of nachos
in a garden holding its breath.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

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Melbourne Candid Series #1263 Flagstaff Garden

 

Two men beneath matching caps,
T-shirts blazing a Brazilian logo,
stand anchored in the Saturday hum
of Flagstaff Gardens, Melbourne.

One is bent to the grill,
cutting meat with a craftsman’s calm
smoke curling around him
like a quiet anthem
lifted from far-off shores.

The other,
sunglasses dark as river stone,
faces my lens without flinching
a held breath of curiosity,
or challenge,
or just the stillness
between sizzle and song.

Around them the garden thrums:
kids running, parrots chattering,
wind brushing the old trees awake.

And in the middle of it all,
two men in the same hat and shirt
briefly become a scene
a small, vivid stitch
in Flagstaff’s wandering tapestry.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 1019

Melbourne Candid Series #1262 Flagstaff Garden

 

Two lady performers,
floral loops crowning their hair
like dawn-warmed garlands,
let the last notes of their music
settle into the soft lawns
of Flagstaff Garden.

They lean toward their support staff,
quiet laughter blooming
between them like late-spring petals,
their words drifting in the air
where melodies once lived.

The garden listens
trees tilting in approval,
pigeons pausing mid-step
as the performers, unmasked from the stage,
become simply two friends
gathering themselves
after giving their hearts to the day.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 1018

Melbourne Candid Series #1261 Flagstaff Garden

 

Two lady performers
floral loops crowning their hair
like small, deliberate blossoms
stand before twin microphones
in the green hush of Flagstaff Garden.

The guitarist begins first:
fingers like soft rain on warm timber,
each chord a slow unfurling
of late-afternoon gold.

Beside her, the violinist lifts her bow
as though summoning a dawn,
and from the strings bloom tones
so tremulous, so fine,
they seem spun from the breath
between wind and dreaming.

Their voices rise
two petals carried on the same breeze
braiding through guitar warmth
and violin shimmer,
floating over the lawn
like a blessing that knows no name.

For a moment, time leans in,
listening.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

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Melbourne Candid Series #1260 Flagstaff Garden

 

An Indian chap in a weathered cap
stands behind his hawker stall
at Flagstaff Garden
a small kingdom of smoke and sizzle
claimed for the evening.

He brushes sauces onto skewers
with the precision of habit,
lacquered reds and browns
catching the flare of the grill.

No ritual of sharing here
just trade,
just hunger meeting craft,
just the quiet exchange
of money for flavour,
the brief transaction
between a vendor and the passing world,
each skewer handed over
like a moment that never lingers.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 1016

Melbourne Candid Series #1258 Flagstaff Garden

 

Two vendors at the Mexican stall
leaned close in quiet debate,
their words rising like warm spice
into the afternoon air.

Behind them, in the soft green hush
of Flagstaff Garden,
two women—one young, one weathered by years
turned toward my waiting lens.

The younger with curiosity,
the elder with knowing calm—
as if they had long understood
that every moment, once seen,
becomes a story.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 1014

Melbourne Candid Series #1256 Flagstaff Garden

 

Beneath the tent’s soft shadowed hue,
He stands in stillness, eyes of blue,
A vendor framed by noon’s slow heat,
Where smells of food and voices meet.

His shirt declares with cheerful play,
Baleadas—Everyday!
Yet in his gaze, a quiet depth,
A thought unspoken, softly kept.

The flag behind him folds and sways,
A whisper of far sunlit days,
While in his hands, the moment stays,
Between the pause of work and gaze.

Around, the fair moves loud and wide,
But he remains—calm, dignified,
A poet’s poise in market’s din,
The world reflected deep within.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 

Check out Candid 1012

Melbourne Candid Series #1255 Flagstaff Garden

 

Beneath a tent of bright display,
Where “Spanish Gourmet” banners sway,
They stand behind the glassy frame,
Each stirring pans of saffron flame.

The scent of rice, the sun’s embrace,
A glint of warmth on every face,
She smiles mid-thought, her eyes alight,
He turns, half-shadow, caught in light.

The crowd drifts past in hungry streams,
The air is thick with midday dreams,
And laughter hums, both near and far,
Like tapas shared beneath a star.

In oil and spice their hours blend,
A fleeting moment without end—
Two cooks, two hearts, in heat and song,
Where simple work makes daylight long.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 1012

Melbourne Candid Series #1252 Flinders St

 

A bearded man, like Potter grown,
With city dust his cloak and crown,
Walks Flinders Street, the noon aflame,
Yet calm, as though the world were tame.

Beside him moves a lady fair,
In white, with sunlight in her hair,
Both veiled in shades, both cool, composed,
Their steps in quiet rhythm closed.

Trams hum by, the pavements gleam,
The air is thick with city dream,
And for a breath, the crowd makes way—
Two figures passing, bright as day.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 1008

Melbourne Candid Series #1251 Flinders St

 

A man in shades on Flinders Street,
Crouched mid-step, in pose discreet,
A fist beneath his sculpted chin,
As if deep thought were caged within.

Beside him walked, with mirrored eyes,
His blonde companion, cool, precise,
Her stride unbent, her silence sleek,
The sunlight glinting on her cheek.

The crowd flowed past — a restless stream,
Yet they moved through, a frozen dream,
Two figures framed in city glare,
Half in fashion, half in air.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check Candid 1007 and FACE OFF

Melbourne Candid Series #1249 Elizabeth St

 

Among the crowd on Elizabeth Street,
two ladies — one wide, one thin 
walked side by side in easy rhythm,
their laughter woven with the din.

My camera caught their fleeting glance,
a moment framed between our gaze 
they pointed, smiling, half in jest,
half curious at my quiet craze.

The traffic hummed, the sunlight slid,
past tramlines tangled, silver, near 
and in that instant, brief yet bold,
the city’s heart drew gently near.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

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Melbourne Candid Series #1248 Bourke St Mall

 

A chap in shorts, legs crossed with ease,
sits on the iron bench, sunlit, at Bourke Street Mall 
the noon warmth paints his knees with gold,
the city hums, a tram bell calls.

Shadows drift like passing moods,
a breeze tugs softly at his sleeve;
around him, shoppers flow like tides,
but he — he stays, content to breathe.

Melbourne glows in tempered glass,
and time, for him, forgets to move 
a chap in shorts beneath the sun,
at peace with nothing left to prove.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 1004

Melbourne Candid Series #1241 Lakeside Drive Albert Park

 

In Albert Park Lake where the soft winds play,
three rowers drift at the break of day;
their canoes glide under willow lace,
where branches brush each tranquil face.

The central island, hushed and green,
cradles the stillness, pure, serene;
reflections shimmer, trees lean low,
their mirrored limbs in ripples glow.

Each paddle stroke, a gentle tune,
the water hums beneath the noon;
three hearts in rhythm, smooth and wide,
slip through the dream the willows hide.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

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Melbourne Candid Series #1240 Albert Park Lakeside Drive

 

In Albert Park Lake, the morning gleams,
soft light drifts through the silver seams;
a rower glides, his oar-blades bite,
petals of water bloom in flight.

His vest clings close, his rhythm sure,
each stroke both effort and allure;
the ripples spread, then fade away,
like whispered thoughts that cannot stay.

Behind him stand the patient trees,
their leaves stirred gently by the breeze;
the lake holds calm, the air holds grace
one man, one craft, one quiet place.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

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Melbourne Candid Series #1238 Albert Park Lakeside Drive

 

By Albert Park Lake beneath the noon’s bright gleam,
two warriors clashed in a painted dream
their swords met air, not flesh or bone,
each strike rehearsed, yet fierce in tone.

Cosplay armour, plastic pride,
clanked softly where the swans reside;
helmets glinted, cloaks took flight,
echoing tales of myth and might.

Behind them gathered, a laughing band,
more heroes born of comic lands
caped crusaders, elves, and knights,
posing boldly in borrowed fights.

By the kiosk’s shade they cheered and played,
their colours bright, their worries stayed;
the world spun gentle, time stood still
pretend became the truest thrill.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

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Melbourne Candid Series #1216 Swanston St

The couple sat on stools that day,
by a café on Little Lonsdale’s way
no hurry in their gentle gaze,
just sunlight caught in Melbourne haze.

Both wore straw hats, soft and wide,
their brims like halos side by side;
steam rose lazy from their cups,
while city life kept filling up.

People passed in hurried streams,
heels clicking through their weekday dreams;
but in that lane, time bent and stayed
a still life softly overlaid.

Two straw hats, a quiet grace,
the world went on—they kept their place.

Sony A7RV

FE 35mm f1.4 GM

Check out Candid 970

Melbourne Candid Series #1215 Swanston St

 

Bare-chested beneath the awning’s shade,
he sits with his guitar, half in dream—
the strings sigh softly, a golden seam
stitched through the city’s passing parade.

Rain-slick pavement mirrors light,
trams glide by in a silver blur;
his voice, low ember, seems to stir
the air between the day and night.

People pass—umbrellas bloom,
phones glow pale in drifting hands;
yet still he plays, as though he stands
in some cathedral made of gloom.

Unnoticed saint of Swanston Street,
his song spills warm where cold winds meet.

Sony A7RV

FE 35mm f1.4 GM

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Melbourne Candid Series #1214 Centre Place

 

A sign reads shops,
letters simple, pointing nowhere
and everywhere.

Beneath it,
three men in baseball caps
move down the narrow corridor,
their footsteps a rhythm
on stone that remembers
a thousand mornings.

Shadows bend along the walls,
lanterns blink,
the lane breathes with coffee and rain,
while the word shops
hangs above them,
a small command,
a promise of doors opening
into the heart of Melbourne.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 968