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

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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

Check Out Candid 969

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

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Melbourne Candid Series #1212 Centre Place

 

A misted late morning,
lanes breathe with coffee steam,
shoes scuff cobblestones,
voices fold into the narrow air.

She stands in a sports bra,
light striking her shoulders,
beside him—
a man with a T-shirt,
slurpee in hand,
both gazing outward.

Crowds press past windows,
shops hum with colour and clatter,
and for a moment
they are still,
two figures
watching the current
of Melbourne flow around them.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 966

Melbourne Candid Series #1211 South Bank Melb

 

By the river’s edge,
in a glass-walled room of murmured cutlery,
a gentleman in darkened shades
leans toward the page before him.

The menu glows with afternoon light,
letters flickering like ripples
cast from the Yarra.
Outside, the water moves,
inside, he studies choice—
wine, or silence,
meat, or memory.

Through tinted lenses
he gazes outward,
yet keeps his eyes hidden—
a private tide
flowing beneath Melbourne’s
busy Southbank air.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

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Melbourne Candid Series #1210 Collins St

 

A young chap lingers, eyes aglow,
the city hums, its currents slow.
A chalkboard leans by the narrow door,
its promise written, nothing more:

Today’s special — pure Wagyu flame,
a milk bar’s charm, a bygone name.
Off Collins Street where footsteps blend,
the scent of grills on breezes bend.

He watches still, unsure to choose,
a fleeting world he cannot lose.
In neon haze, the sign shines true 
a simple feast, yet wholly new.

Sony A7RV

FE 35mm f1.4 GM

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Melbourne Candid Series #1209 De Graves St

 

A tall young man lifts bottle high,
Its glass caught glimmers of the sky.
A lady dressed in tennis white,
Stands near, her smile both coy and bright.

He courts her gently, word by word,
While city’s murmurs hum unheard.
Within Degraves’ close alleyway,
Their fleeting moment holds its sway.

Sony A7RV

FE 35mm f1.4 GM

Check out Candid 962

Melbourne Candid Series #1208 Centre Place

 

One man with two fair ladies near,
They linger where the scents appear.
At Centre Place the shadows fall,
Yet coffee’s warmth unites them all.

The narrow lane with echoes sings,
Of whispered talk and clinking rings.
Three souls await the barista’s art,
A brew to stir both tongue and heart.

Sony A7RV

FE 35mm f1.4 GM

Check out Candid 962

Melbourne Candid Series #1204 Little Flinders Lane

 

On Little Flinders, narrow, bright,
The lane is stirred with life and light.
Young voices rise, with laughter proud,
They blend among the bustling crowd.

Adults wander, side by side,
Through cafés warm and shops that hide.
Together weaving, slow or spry,
Beneath the city’s watchful sky.

Sony A7RV

FE 35mm f1.4 GM

Check out Candid 959

Melbourne Candid Series #1199 Centre place

 

A blur of movement,
the city hums around him.
One man holds his lunch,
head turned right,
glasses catching the light
a brief defiance of haste.

Behind, a young chap
lifts his lens to the air,
framing what the crowd forgets.
Centre Place breathes,
a laneway of fleeting stories,
each glance a poem
half-written in passing.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 954 and FACE OFF

Melbourne Candid Series #1197 De Graves St

 

A city afternoon,
jerseys gather at the table,
voices half-spilled with cutlery.

She stands apart,
hands lit by a private glow,
while the street drifts untoward

all strangers,
stitched for a moment
into monochrome.

Sony A7RV

FE 35mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 951

Melbourne Candid Series 1196 De Graves St

 

Laneway breathes in hush,
chalkboard words like soft confessions,
steam drifts into sky.

Screens glow in their hands,
faces turned to private worlds,
the city looks on.

Graffiti prayers fade,
yet the shutter holds them still
strangers stitched by light.

Sony A7RV

FE 35mm f1.4 GM

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Candid 950

Melbourne Candid Series #1191 Little Collins St

 

A man and his giant shadow of fur,
stride steady through the narrow street.
The dog’s paws echo like soft drums,
marking time against the city’s hum.

Bicycles lean,
cars gleam,
but it is the quiet bond between walker and beast
that bends the lane into rhythm.

People pass,
signs blur,
yet in this moment—
the city belongs to two companions,
carving their way through Melbourne’s breath.

Sony A7RV

FE 35mm f1.4 GM

Check out Candid 946

Melbourne Candid Series #1190 Little Flinders Lane

 

Graffiti clings
to silver walls,
an alphabet of passing hands.

Shadows break
shoes cross the street,
each step a fragment of the city’s hum.

Packets of colour
glimmer in glass,
quiet offerings to hungry eyes.

And through it all,
the lane exhales
a rhythm stitched of strangers.

Sony A7RV

FE 35mm f1.4 GM

Check out Candid 945

Melbourne Candid Series #1189 De Graves St

 

In the narrow vein of the city’s heart,
laughter spills where cobblestones part,
a chorus of cups, steam rising high,
conversations tangled with the sky.

Shadows lean from weathered brick,
signs hum low in a language slick,
ink of strangers, stories shared,
threads of a laneway carefully spared.

Faces glow in the softened crowd,
young voices weaving bright and loud,
the air is stitched with roasted beans,
and fragments of half-forgotten dreams.

Here, time is tender, quietly bold
a mosaic of lives in silver and gold,
and each small step upon these stones
makes the city breathe through borrowed tones.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 944

Melbourne Candid Series #1185 De Graves St

 

On De Graves Street, a restless tide,
A young man walks with hopeful stride.
His gaze pursues a fleeting flame,
A lady bold, with beauty’s claim.

Her dress is light, the hemline high,
It dances free with passing sky.
Her legs, unveiled, the crowd admire,
She moves as though the stones inspire.

He follows close with easy air,
In casual clothes, without much care.
But every step betrays his aim—
To catch her glance, to spark a flame.

The city hums, the moment brief,
Desire laced with shy belief.
On cobbled lane where strangers meet,
A silent play unfolds the street.

Sony A7RV

FE 35mm f1.4 GM

Check out Candid 940 and FACE OFF

Melbourne Candid Series #1175 De Graves St

 

Along DeGrave Street the sunlight falls,
A sharp, unyielding blade on walls;
It cuts the air, it paints the ground,
And drives long shadows all around.

Pedestrians drift through molten glare,
Their faces lit, half-gold, half-bare;
Each step becomes a fleeting sign
Of light’s command, of day’s design.

The city breathes in heat and flame,
Yet still the narrow lane remains—
A passage where the sun declares
Its rule upon the lives it glares.

Sony A7RV

FE 24mm f1.4 GM

Check out Candid 930

Melbourne Candid Series #1174 Flinders St

 

Beneath the stone of Flinders Street,
An old man moves on steady feet,
A paper map held firm, yet frail,
As if to chart a vanished trail.

Beside him walks a boy of youth,
His grin bright, his step uncouth,
A sun-glass crown upon his hair,
A careless halo, light as air.

Two figures bound by time’s design,
One tracing roads, one yet to find,
Together in the city’s hum
The past and future walk as one.

Sony A7RV

35mm f1.4 GM

Check out Candid 929

Melbourne Candid Series #1171 Collins St

 

At Cucina, just off Collins Street,
a glass window frames the scene
mother and daughter, side by side,
hands curled around warm cups.

Steam drifts upward,
softening their reflections,
while the city hurries past,
its footsteps blurred, unheeding.

Inside, a small island of pause:
their voices low,
woven between sips of coffee,
the sweetness of bond
outlasting the taste of foam.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 926 and FACE OFF

Melbourne Candid Series #1168 Collins St

 

On Collins Street he makes his way,
A chap in shades, bold in display,
His hair — a wild Ace Ventura crown,
Suede upon suede as he strolls downtown.

A swagger of humour, a comic air,
The city glances, but few quite dare,
To match such style, so brash, so free,
A walking jest in the CBD.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 923