Melbourne Candid Series #1253 Melbourne Museum Nicholson St

 

A pair of teachers, calm and bright,
One dusk of skin, one morning light,
They lead their class through open air,
Where learning hums beyond compare.

The floor beneath—Tasmanian oak,
And marble veins where sunlight broke,
Reflected walls in gentle gleam,
A city’s heart, a scholar’s dream.

He walks ahead with measured tone,
She calls the roll, their voices known,
And children trail in ordered streams,
Their chatter soft as woven dreams.

Within those halls of thought and care,
Two guides stand patient, firm, and fair,
The Melbourne day moves calm and wide,
With knowledge walking side by side.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 1009

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

Melbourne Candid Series #1250 Exhibition St

 

Two large ladies, side by side,
One in pants, one skirted wide,
No laughter shared, no word, no glance,
Just silence in their steadfast stance.

At Exhibition Street they wait,
The red light hums, the hour late,
Beside them, old man, lean and spare,
Clutches his strap with practiced care.

His cap pulled low, his gaze ahead,
The city murmurs, faintly fed,
He braces, poised for the signal’s gleam,
Green will cut through this heavy dream.

Three still figures in the rain of sound,
Each earthbound, yet unbound,
Melbourne holds its breath a beat,
Before the lights release their feet.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 1006

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

Check out Candid 1005

Melbourne Candid Series #1246 Swanston St

 

A row of men in caps sit still
along the stone bench, shoulder to shoulder
a quiet congregation of screens.
Each head bowed,
not in prayer but in signal,
their thumbs murmuring in perfect rhythm.

The city swirls around them
trams clang, pigeons scatter,
light flickers across their faces
like water over stone.
They do not look up.
The world passes in reflections
on glass and metal and moving lips.

Time, too, seems to pause here
a row of lives humming softly
in their separate orbits,
united by invisible threads of light.
And in that stillness,
the stone bench holds them gently,
as if the street itself were listening.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 1002

Melbourne Candid Series #1245 Flindes St

 

An Indian chap leans toward the light,
camera poised, eyes half-narrowed,
his fingers steady as if tuning a string.
He glances at the small blue glow
of the LCD—his private universe
where a fragment of Melbourne
is trapped in digital silence.

Behind him, tables hum with midday talk:
cutlery glints, coffee curls in steam,
laughter drifts like music caught
between brick and awning.
The city moves, yet he is still
framing the world’s brief shimmer,
a moment folding into another.

Somewhere, a tram bell rings,
and the wind carries the scent of roast and rain.
He lowers the camera, half-smiling,
as though what he sought
wasn’t in the image,
but in the act of seeing itself.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 

Check out Candid 1001 and FACE OFF

Melbourne Candid Series #1244 Flinders St

 

The crowd flows both ways
a tide of shoes, glances, breath.
Flinders Street hums in gold and grit,
trams sighing, wind tugging at sleeves.

Through my lens, the city unfolds:
a tall young man ahead, scratching his hair,
lost somewhere between thought and motion,
his gesture framed by afternoon light.

Behind him—a chap and his girl pause,
their gaze caught in the circle of my glass.
For a heartbeat we share a secret:
the stillness that lives inside movement.

Pedestrians split and merge like water,
faces flicker, dissolve, reform
and I, unseen except for the camera’s eye,
stand in the river of human time,
catching one instant before it drifts away.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 1000

Melbourne Candid Series #1243 Albert Park

 

Beneath the shimmer of a Melbourne noon,
they walk—two souls in gentle rhyme.
His beard catches light like autumn wheat,
her dark glasses hold the mirrored sky.

The path curls softly through the garden’s breath,
where magnolias dream and shadows turn.
Two dogs bound forward, eager spirits
tugging laughter from their hands.

Each leash is a line of love, invisible,
woven between pulse and motion, step and sigh.
The air smells of cut grass and quiet hours,
the lake winks silver through the trees.

He speaks little; she smiles behind her sunlit veil
the kind of smile that ripples the day.
And so they drift, hand by leash by heart,
two figures gliding through green time,
their dogs like bright commas in the sentence of the world.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 999

Melbourne Candid Series #1242 Albert Park

 

Two rowers glide on Albert Park Lake,
their paddles slice the calm awake;
side by side, in perfect line,
their rhythm steady, near divine.

The morning hums, the water gleams,
a mirror stirred by drifting dreams;
each stroke a whisper, soft and clear,
their motion speaks what none can hear.

No race, no rush, just quiet grace
two souls in sync, one mirrored space;
beneath the sky’s unhurried blue,
the lake holds both
the world, and you.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 998

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

Check out Candid 997

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

Check out Candid 996

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

Check out Candid 994 and FACE OFF

Gold Coast Candid Series #1235 Burleigh Heads

 

On the right, the surfer treads the sand,
Board held easy in his hand.
The sea hums low, a rhythmic tune,
Beneath the soft breath of afternoon.

To the left, the skyline shimmers far,
Each tower catching the day’s last star.
Gold Coast gleams in a hazy glow,
Dream and distance, ebb and flow.

Between the two, the tide’s long sigh,
Carries the hush of sea and sky.
One man, one coast, one fading light
The world divided, yet calm, and right.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 991

Gold Coast Candid Series #1232 Gold coast Queensland

 

She treads the rope where sky meets sand,
A careful step, a steady hand.
Away from waves that hiss and gleam,
She walks toward the city’s dream.

Gold Coast towers in distant light,
Catching the blush of morning bright.
Each step a whisper, each breath a thread,
Between the sea and where paths led.

The rope sways soft, yet holds her true,
Between the tides of gray and blue.
A journey poised on air and gleam,
A woman walks toward her dream.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 988

Brisbane Candid Series #1231 Noosa Esplanade

 

A mangrove stands where sand meets sea,
Its roots like fingers in a briny plea.
Alone it rises, steadfast, still,
Bathed in sun, kissed by wind’s will.

Along the shore, a lone soul treads,
Where water shimmers and daylight spreads.
Footprints vanish in the tide’s embrace,
Yet the mangrove holds its quiet grace.

Salt and sky in a gentle dance,
Time slows here, caught in a trance.
One tree, one walker, the ocean’s hymn,
A fleeting world both vast and dim.

Sony A7RV

FE 20-70mm f4 G

Check out Candid 987

Sunshine Coast Candid Series #1230 Noosa Esplanade

 

Along Noosa’s shore, where sunlight spills,
A young man lingers by the sea’s soft thrills.
Bathers clinging to his sunlit skin,
He lifts his lens, the world pulled in.

Waves like silver sighs beneath the sky,
Clouds drift lazily, the gulls wheel high.
Each shimmer, each ripple, each glinting crest,
He captures the ocean within his chest.

The wind hums secrets through salt-sweet hair,
A fleeting moment, a quiet prayer.
One gentle click, and time holds its breath,
The sea, the sun, the boy—forever left.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 986 and FACE OFF

Melbourne Candid Series #1227 St Kilda Esplanade

 

By the beach, where the pale waves sigh,
morning drapes gold across the sky.
A café hums with gentle grace,
steam curls upward, soft as lace.

Patrons linger with toast and talk,
sunlight spilling where shadows walk.
Cups clink lightly, the baybird calls,
salt and coffee perfume the walls.

The breeze tastes sweet with sea and day,
the city still yawns a mile away.
Here, at the edge where the tides begin,
life feels slower — soft, within.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 983 and FACE OFF

Melbourne Candid Series #1226 St Kilda Esplanade

 

A chap in a faded tee, long hair untamed,
leans on a bench where the sea is framed.
Phone to his ear, his laughter drifts,
between gull cries and the tramline’s shifts.

Opposite, the ice cream shop hums and gleams,
a melody of cones and seaside dreams.
Vanilla winds and ocean air entwine,
sweet and salt in the afternoon shine.

Behind him, the bay holds a silver hue,
and time, for a moment, forgets to move.
Only his voice, soft and far away,
threads through the heart of a Melbourne day.

Sony A7RV

FE 35mm f1.4 GM

Check out Candid 982

Melbourne Candid Series #1224 Kisume Restaurant Chef's table

Inside Kisumé’s hush of glass and gleam,
The counter hums—a river’s dream.
The chef, back turned, composes grace,
Steel and sea in quiet embrace.

Behind him, bent in focused line,
The sous-chef hunts the missing knife
A slender blade, a slip of light,
That cuts through ritual, art, and life.

Steam rises soft, the lamps are low,
Time folds beneath the sushi’s glow.
Two figures move, as breath to flame
In wordless craft, they share one name.

Sony A7RV

FE 14mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 978