Two figures blaze in the sun,
bare arms, swift steps,
their dresses cut sharp against the light.
On the left,
the shaded tables hold their hush—
diners folded into shadow,
whispers curling like steam from cups.
Between them
a line divides the world:
light that exposes,
dark that conceals.
And the lane,
forever narrow,
swallows both.
Sony A7RV
FE 35mm f1.4 GM
In Collins Arcade, beneath soft light,
an elderly lady leans
elbow on polished table,
her fist a quiet cradle for the cheek
that has weathered many seasons.
She speaks gently,
words spilling like warm tea
to the friend across from her,
another lady bent toward listening,
their laughter a small, rippling hush
against the café’s clatter.
Two lives, long threaded,
rest a while among cups and chatter,
Collins Street flowing beyond the glass,
while time pauses
folded softly between them.
Sony A7RV
FE 35mm f1.4 GM
Check out Candid 924
On Latrobe Street, where night winds glide,
Three ladies sit on the porch outside.
Their laughter dances in the dusky air,
Beneath soft lamps with gentle stare.
By the bar, where windows breathe—
No glass to shield the night’s cool wreath—
Two ladies linger, drinks in hand,
Their voices hushed like ocean sand.
Melbourne hums a quiet tune,
Neon glow and silver moon.
Five souls in city’s evening gleam,
Framed in a poet’s fleeting dream.
Sony A7RV
FE 50mm f1.2 GM
Check out Candid 860
Latrobe Street Evenings
On Latrobe Street, beneath the night’s soft sigh,
Where city lights like fireflies fly,
Three ladies sit where stories steep—
Outside the café, no time for sleep.
Steam curls from mugs of cocoa warm,
Their laughter weaves through twilight’s charm.
In shawls and smiles, the news they share
Dances gently in the brisk night air.
The trams hum low, the streetlights gleam,
Their words float out like part of a dream.
Between sips and secrets, time slips slow—
In Melbourne’s heart, under lamplight’s glow.
Sony A7RV
FE 50mm f1.2 GM
Check out Candid 847 and FACE OFF
Two ladies sit where stories flow,
At a small round table, soft and slow,
Outside a shop with faded grace,
Time etched deep on its weathered face.
Peeling paint and a doorway worn,
Whispers of decades gently torn.
In Collingwood, where styles collide—
The hip, the free, the cool reside.
They sip and laugh in morning’s hue,
Among the ghosts and something new.
Where hippie hearts and trendsetters meet,
Their voices mingle on the street.
A moment caught in urban bloom,
With rust and charm and café fume—
Two souls in talk, the world drifts by,
Beneath the patchwork of the sky.
Sony A7RV
FE 20-70mm f4 G
Check out Candid 797
