Two children tumbled, lost in play,
While father’s gaze drifted far away.
An old hack horse with weary eye,
Fixed on the lens as folk passed by.
Beyond, a queue in patient line,
Waited outside the café’s sign.
On Little Flinders, life flowed slow,
A street of stories, soft and low.
Sony A7RV
FE 35mm f1.4 GM
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.
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FE 35mm f1.4 GM
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Before Flinders’ grand and storied face,
The crowd assembles, throngs in place.
A tide of footsteps, swift and slow,
Through city’s heart they ebb and flow.
Beneath the clock, where meetings start,
The station hums, the city’s heart.
In Melbourne’s pulse, both near and far,
The people gather, as they are.
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FE 35mm f1.4 GM
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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.
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FE 135mm f1.8 GM
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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.
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FE 35mm f1.8 GM
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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
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On De Graves Street,
he settles into the chair’s embrace,
a small table before him
like an island of pause
amid the city’s restless tide.
Shorts bare his knees to the morning air,
yet the photograph permits no season
only the hush of black and white,
where his coffee steams invisibly,
a secret warmth the lens refuses.
Here he leans,
cup lifted in quiet ritual,
as though the whole lane
were distilled to this moment:
a man, a table,
and time poured slowly
into porcelain.
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FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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In a café off Collins Street,
she sits alone,
her left cheek resting heavy
against her left hand
a gesture of weariness,
of weight too quiet to name.
The cup before her cools,
untouched,
its steam fading like
the brightness in her eyes.
Through the window,
the city moves indifferent,
but here, in her stillness,
a sorrow lingers
soft, unspoken,
like a shadow folded
into the hum of day.
Sony A7RV
FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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On Swanston Street beneath the sky,
A man in monochrome walks by.
With polo crisp and trousers neat,
He strides along the Melbourne heat.
Sunglasses poised, a borrowed air,
Of nonchalance too sharp to wear.
His Nordic frame, upright and tall,
Pretends he doesn’t care at all.
But shadows know what cool can’t hide
The flicker of a smile inside.
A city moment, caught in grace,
Of style, and pose, and time, and place.
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FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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On Swanston Street where shadows lie,
A lady dines beneath the sky,
The clatter fades, the traffic hums,
As camera clicks and stillness comes.
She turns her gaze, both calm and keen,
A moment caught in black and sheen—
One hand rests near a porcelain cup,
The other lifts her silence up.
No words are said, yet eyes confer
A quiet question meant for her:
"Why capture me, in time confined?"
She answers only with her mind.
A city swirls, but she holds still,
Framed by chance, by light, by will.
A stranger’s lens, a fleeting grace
Melbourne breathes in her quiet face.
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FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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A young man stands where footsteps stream,
Bourke Street hums, a midday dream.
With fingers dancing, smooth and slow,
He plays the keys in steady flow.
A tattoo winds along his skin,
A tale inked deep, a song within.
He sings with soul, his voice laid bare,
The city pauses, caught mid-air.
Coins may fall, or glances stray,
Yet still he plays the day away—
One man, one sound, one fleeting spark,
A melody that lights the dark.
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FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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Off Bourke Street Mall beneath the sun,
Three turned their heads as if as one,
Their gaze drawn right, some scene unseen,
While summer danced with golden sheen.
A woman stood with dress askew,
A patchwork bright of every hue,
She looked as well, her eyes alight,
In fleeting warmth before the night.
Before the chill of winter’s breath,
This moment paused, defying death
Four figures framed by summer’s grace,
Each held by time in sunlit space.
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FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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On Elizabeth Street where trams roll slow,
Two figures walk where city breezes blow.
A mother and daughter, side by side,
In black and white, with quiet pride.
Their Collingwood shirts bold as the dawn,
Stripes like stories lovingly drawn.
The daughter’s disregard, light as lace,
Mirrors the confusion on her mother’s face.
Among the rush of Melbourne's hum,
Past café steam and traffic's drum,
They hold their own—a loyal thread
To cheers once roared, and legends said.
Hands entwined, hearts dressed the same,
Walking the path of a shared flame.
Not just a team, but a tale retold—
Of love, of legacy, and colors bold.
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FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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A man walks with measured pace,
In weathered jeans, with timeworn grace,
Down Swanston Street, beneath the sun,
Where Melbourne’s rhythm softly runs.
Beside him strides a younger frame,
A girl of brightness none could tame—
Dark hair, a shimmer, sunglasses bold,
A phone in hand, the future told.
Two lives aligned for just a street,
A fleeting dance, the past and fleet,
He walks in thought, she taps and swipes,
Their worlds diverge, yet both alike.
A moment held in city light,
Of age and youth in shared delight,
No word exchanged, no need for sound—
Just footsteps echoing downtown.
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FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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On Swanston Street in midday glare,
Two young men wandered without a care.
In singlets light and weathered stride,
They moved like currents, side by side.
One bore a cap, his mullet proud,
Sunglasses hooked, his stance unbowed.
He faced ahead, eyes on the flow,
A figure caught in city’s glow.
The other turned, his glance askew,
A bag in hand, tattoos in view.
A smile broke free—half sun, half jest,
As though the world had passed some test.
Diverging steps in Melbourne's heat,
Two stories danced along the street.
Each bearing tone, a silent song,
Of youth adrift, where all belongs.
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FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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On Bourke Street Mall where footsteps pass,
He sits alone on iron brass
A bearded man, both still and slow,
Eyes cast down where shadows grow.
His coffee cup rests in his hand,
No rush to sip, no firm demand.
The world moves by in steady stream,
While he dissolves into a dream.
The hum of trams, the chatter near,
All fold into a silence clear.
As if the ground could speak below,
He listens deep to what he knows.
No sign, no plea, no spoken word,
Just thoughts that flutter, faint, unheard.
A quiet figure none may see
But in his stillness, poetry.
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FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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Off Bourke Street’s curve in silver light,
A man on wheels begins his flight
Helmeted, silent, e-bike hum,
A shadow in the city’s thrum.
Behind, beneath a brooding sky,
A woman dressed in black walks by.
Her hat, a moon of quiet grace,
No rush, no fear upon her face.
She holds a hand, a boy’s small frame,
His steps unsure, yet not the same
For anchored firm in her still pace,
He walks the world with gentle grace.
Monochrome moments, soft and wide,
Lives in motion, paths that glide.
No words exchanged, yet somehow known
Each stranger walking not alone.
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FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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Upon The Causeway, still she sits,
In Melbourne’s hush where shadow knits
The woven light of afternoon
Into a monochrome cocoon.
A café chair, a frame of grace,
She lifts her eyes, a silent face
Held fast by thought, or winds unseen,
That stir the mind where none have been.
No coffee touched, no glance returns—
Only the distant skyline burns
Its outline through the softened grey
Of half-spent time and slipping day.
Her coat hangs loose, her hair undone,
The city moves, but she is one
With something past the tramline’s end,
A lost, invisible old friend.
She does not blink. The hour grows thin.
The world continues crowding in—
But on that chair she drifts apart,
A grayscale ghost with pulsing heart.
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FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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A middle-aged man on Hosier Lane,
With cobblestones beneath his stride,
A cap pulled low, sunglasses plain,
He walks where colours dare to hide.
One hand tucked in his coat’s deep fold,
The other swinging free and slow,
Through art-stained walls, both bright and bold,
He moves where silent watchers go.
The city hums, but he walks still,
A shadow shaped by time and will.
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FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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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.
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FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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