Melbourne Candid Series #1137 Little Lonsdale St

 

On Little Lonsdale, under silver skies, he stands
A bald man in suit, with upturned eyes and hands.
A microphone clutched like a herald’s call,
Words poised to rise above city’s sprawl.

A leather strapbag hugs his side, worn deep,
Stories stitched in folds it’s sworn to keep.
The satchel slung with a scholar’s grace,
Heavy with maps of a wandering place.

He does not speak, but listens to air,
To trams that sing and the footfall’s prayer.
In the hush between towers’ glass and stone,
He finds a pulpit in being alone.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 891

Melbourne Candid Series #1128 Hosier Lane

 

In Hosier Lane where colours clash,
Where echoes bloom from spray can’s flash,
A man stood still with cap pulled low,
A camera poised, his eyes aglow.

The walls around were wild and loud,
A canvas shouting to the crowd—
Yet he, alone, in quiet stance,
Beheld it all as if in trance.

Each line, each stroke, each painted name,
To him was more than fleeting flame.
He sought the story, raw and true,
In every burst of red or blue.

No words he spoke, no sound he made,
Just shadows moved where light would fade.
The lens, an eye, both still and wise,
Caught truth in chaos, form in cries.

And though the world just walked on by,
He watched the wall like one who’d try
To read the soul of street and stone—
A man, a cap, a craft, alone.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 883

Melbourne Candid Series #1124 Swanston St

 

Upon Swanston Street where tram bells chime,
In Melbourne’s heart and city’s prime,
A young chap stands in shirt and cap,
Beside his cart, a silver map.

His hands are quick, his manner keen,
He serves up swirls of cold and cream—
In cones like spires, in bowls like bells,
A moment’s joy his labour tells.

The footpath hums with boots and haste,
Yet here, they pause for sugared taste.
Beneath the clock, beneath the sky,
The city breathes, and time slips by.

A lady laughs, a child grins wide,
The chap with pride stands just beside.
No colours blaze—just black and white,
Yet in this frame, the world feels right.

The tram glides past with iron sigh,
A gull wheels low, then climbs the sky.
And still he stands, his trade the same—
A fleeting joy, a quiet flame.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 879

Melbourne Candid Series #1122 Bourke St Mall

 

On Bourke Street Mall where the city hums,
And midday light on pavement drums,
A young man stands with cap drawn low,
Beside an elder, moving slow.

She rests upon a striped bench, still,
Her hands upon the frame she fills—
A four-wheeled guide through time and pace,
While crowds pass by without a face.

He leans in close, a gentle grace,
Perhaps a word, perhaps embrace.
No need for praise or loud acclaim,
Just quiet care without a name.

Among the trams and hurried feet,
Two lives in stillness gently meet—
A moment soft, of silent art,
Drawn not in speech, but open heart.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 877 and FACE OFF

Melbourne Candid Series #1121 Collins St

 

On Collins Street beneath the glare,
A man with short-cropped wind-tossed hair
Twists his body, leans askew,
As if the sun had split him through.

His eyes are shut, a fleeting shield
Against the blaze the noon revealed.
A T-shirt clings in summer’s heat,
A bag swings low with rhythmic beat.

Behind, the crowd flows like a stream,
Each face absorbed in its own dream.
But he, alone in this brief fight,
Moves through the shimmer, squints at light.

A moment caught—so strangely bright—
Of man and motion, sun and spite.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 877

Melbourne Candid Series #1070 Flinders St

 

A man of broad and burdened frame
Did walk where trams and voices came;
His gaze was cast toward the stone,
As though the world were not his own.

Each step he took was slow, profound,
A rhythm lost in city sound;
Yet in his path, a silent grace—
A soul adrift, yet not erased.

The passers moved in hurried flight,
While he remained—a grounded sight;
No glance he raised, no word he said,
But bore the weight of thought instead.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 826

Melbourne Candid Series #1064 Hosier Lane

 

His face is split by the camera’s frame,
Caught side-on, unnamed, a flicker, a flame.
He walks too fast, a ghost in flight,
Slipping through the edge of sight.

Behind him, Hosier hums and calls,
Graffiti and murals crowd the walls—
A riot of colour, a frozen shout,
As he blurs past, fading out.

Sony A7RV

FE 35mm f1.4 GM

Check out Candid 820

Melbourne Candid Series #1062 Little Flinders Lane

 

Off Little Flinders, where shadows lean,
A laneway hums, soft and serene.
A café breathes its easy charm,
Far from the city's roaring harm.

A worker rests, boots thick with dust,
Helmet down, tools left in trust.
At a tall table, phone in hand,
He drifts beyond the workday’s land.

Messages flicker, the world slows down,
Steel and concrete lose their crown.
In Melbourne’s heart, beneath the sky,
A simple moment idles by.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 818

Melbourne Candid Series #1058 Russell St

 

On Russell Street where broths arise,
Steam curls beneath the dusky skies.
Each door a portal, warm and wide,
To ramen dreams that boil inside.

A gentleman in sweater thread,
With thoughtful steps and quiet tread,
Descends the lane in twilight's art,
And bites into a humble tart.

Its filling sweet, its crust so fine,
A subtle dance of fruit and brine.
While savory scents around him float,
He savors both—what shops promote,
And sweetness crumbling at his throat.

So moves he through that evening fair,
With tart in hand and ramen air—
A fusion walk of taste and time,
On Russell’s road, half prose, half rhyme.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 814

Melbourne Candid Series #1054 Hosier Lane

 

A young man walks with quiet grace,
Uphill he climbs, a steady pace.
Through Hosier Lane, where colors speak,
A canvas worn, where walls are sleek.

His sneakers tap on pavement old,
Among the spray of stories bold.
Each step he takes, a thought untold,
As graffiti whispers secrets cold.

Eyes lost in dreams, not bound by time,
In this wild world, he seeks a rhyme.
The street is loud, yet calm his soul,
A part of art, yet still whole.

His journey’s steep, but in his mind,
The answers wait, the peace he’ll find.
And through the walls, with hues so bright,
He walks, untangling day from night.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 810

Melbourne Candid Series #1050 Swanston St

 

A tall, slender man in a suit so neat,
Glides down Swanston with echoing feet.
His coat catches wind like a fleeting thought,
A figure of grace the morning forgot.

Phone in his hand, face lit by the screen,
Eyes on the glow, lost in the sheen.
Among the crowd, yet utterly lone,
Each soul adrift in a world of their own.

Trams hum past with a city’s refrain,
Umbrellas bloom in a whisper of rain.
The old stones watch with quiet delight,
At men made of flesh but minds made of light.

So he walks, like the rest—plugged and apart—
A shadow of steel with a fast-beating heart.
In the dance of the modern, the digital stream,
Reality bends like a half-faded dream.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 806

Melbourne Candid Series #1047 Londsale St

 

Upon Lonsdale Street, in twilight's shade,
A weary man, mid-years and grey,
With bottle dark in hand he strayed,
Its label long since peeled away.

A heavy sack upon his arm,
With secrets cloaked in cloth and thread,
He moved with neither haste nor charm,
Where quiet city footsteps led.

His beard was worn by time’s slow tide,
Now streaked with ash, with silver lined,
And through a strolling pair he tried
To weave his path, as if inclined—

By purpose strange, or whims unknown,
He wandered on, yet not alone.

Sony A7RV

FE 35mm f1.4 GM

Check out Candid 803

Melbourne Candid Series #1029 Melbourne Central

 

A youthful lad in garments sleek,
Through corridors he strolls unique.
With hands tucked deep in pockets tight,
He walks with ease, his soul alight.

A careless breeze, a spirit free,
Unbound by chains of gravity.
The world may rush, yet he remains,
A drifting note in time’s refrain.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 785 and FACE OFF

Melbourne Candid Series #1028 Elizabeth St

 

I was always advised that one should own several suits before embarking on a professional career. However, for the past twenty years, I have worn the same suit, now so worn that even the sleeves bear holes.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 784

Melbourne Candid Series #1025 Swanston St

 

Beneath the columns, tall and grand,
A man in beret walks the land.
With measured steps and gaze so free,
He strolls in thoughtful revelry.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 781

Melbourne Candid Series #1023 Elizabeth St

 

Oh, joyous is the soul who stands mid-tier,
Yet roams the streets when noon draws near.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 779

Melbourne Candid Series #1016 Swanston St

 

The tram rolls forth through evening’s haze,
Its weary load in tight embrace.
With sighs and shuffles, hands hold tight,
As city hums in fading light.

Through clinking rails and crowded air,
The rush of feet is everywhere.
A daily tide, both fast and slow,
Through Melbourne’s heart, they come and go.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 773

Melbourne Candid Series #1015 Swanston St

Upon his brow, the shadows lay,
As if the night had stolen day.
His weary eyes, so dim, so worn,
Like stars that fade before the morn.

One glance might guess, with softened sight,
He’s wrestled long against the night.
Yet here he stands, though frail and deep,
A soul adrift on tides of sleep.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 772

Melbourne Candid Series #1011 Little Flinders Lane

 

A resounding thump echoed through the air, drawing the gaze of all present.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 769

Melbourne Candid Series #1010 Russell St

 

A gentleman bearing his satchel after a visit to the market.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 768