Melbourne Candid Series #1169 Collins Arcade

 

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

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Melbourne Candid Series #1104 Latrobe St

 

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

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Melbourne Candid Series #1091 Latrobe St

 

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

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Melbourne Candid Series #1041 Sydney Rd

 

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

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