In the Flagstaff air, thin as prayer,
she lifts the offering high
a vessel catching sunlight,
a quiet bridge between earth and sky.
Feathers arc like spokes of memory,
her silver garments whispering
the names of those before her.
Around her, the crowd dissolves
into a single held breath,
as tradition rises
weightless, unwavering
in her outstretched hands.
Sony A7RV
FE 135mm f1.8 GM
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She stands beneath a canopy of blurred light,
a figure half-in shadow, half-in bloom,
her painted face a quiet testament
to all the souls she carries in her voice.
The microphone rests loosely in her hand,
as though the song is not commanded
but coaxed from somewhere deep
a place where memory drifts like smoke.
Flowers crown her—soft, defiant
petals bright even in monochrome,
framing eyes that look past the living,
toward stories only the heart can hear.
In the hush between breaths
she becomes a bridge:
between sorrow and celebration,
between the weight of earth
and the lightness of release.
And the bokeh world behind her dissolves,
a constellation of quiet witnesses,
while she sings not to be seen
but to be felt
a single voice rising
through the tender dark.
Sony A7RV
FE 135mm f1.8 GM
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In Flagstaff Garden’s open air,
A chap stands dressed in suited flair
A crisp-cut rose, a classic hat,
But his painted face is more than that.
Mexican colours bloom in grace,
A festival dancing on his face,
Petal patterns, skulls of white,
A hint of day and edge of night.
Among the trees the city hums,
Yet he becomes the beat of drums,
A walking echo, bold and bright,
Of distant lands and candle light.
There in Melbourne’s gentle green,
Tradition shifts, alive, unseen—
A suited man, half myth, half art,
Carrying culture on his heart.
Sony A7RV
FE 135mm f1.8
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A painted face half-hidden
behind the swing of a woven bag
a quiet guardian of colour
in a monochrome world.
His eye, ringed in white spirals,
gleams like a secret lantern,
watching over rows of earrings
that fall like captured rain,
each bead a trembling note
of some remembered song.
The stall hums with movement
an arm reaching,
fingers brushing prices and patterns,
life blurring through the frame
while he remains still,
anchored in his small realm
of craft and calm.
Fabric hangs like a doorway
to another story,
threads dyed with the patience
of many hands.
And behind it all,
his masked face waits
both present and apart
as if he were woven too
from ritual, pigment, and silence,
a keeper of small beauties
in the drifting hush of the market.
Sony A7RV
FE 135mm f1.8 GM
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In Flagstaff Garden’s open green,
a man in woven reds and golds
steps into sunlight.
His sombrero casts a wandering shadow,
wide as a travelling story,
while his boots tap out
the heartbeat of another land.
Ribbons flare from his sleeves
small wings lifting with each turn
and the embroidered birds on his vest
seem almost ready to fly.
He dances as though the earth remembers him,
as though the wind hums old corridos
just for his feet.
Children pause, pigeons scatter,
and the city stills its hurried breath
to watch colour, rhythm, and history
spin briefly into bloom.
In the quiet after his final step,
Flagstaff Garden feels larger
as if one man’s dance
has opened a doorway
to a faraway sun.
Sony A7RV
FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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A couple walks side by side
through Flagstaff Gardens, Melbourne,
burritos warm in their hands,
wrapped like small comets
about to bloom with spice.
Denim mirrors denim
jean jackets soft with use,
jeans worn at the knees,
their steps keeping an easy rhythm
as though choreographed
by the quiet evening breeze.
Beside them, the food truck glows
a bright, humming lantern
perfumed with grilled onions,
fresh coriander,
the promise of seconds.
They move together,
casual as conversation,
their laughter drifting up
to mingle with treetop dusk.
And in that simple walk
hands full, hearts light
the garden briefly becomes
a small country of warmth,
where love tastes like burritos
shared on a soft-footed stroll
toward nowhere in particular.
Sony A7RV
FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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A young man,
jeans faded like long-travelled roads,
walks with his back to my lens
a silhouette etched in motion.
A wide Mexican hat crowns him,
its brim a small horizon
carrying stories he may not yet know.
He passes beneath the arching sign
of Melbourne’s Mexican Festival,
colours fluttering like paper prayers,
music drifting warm as spice.
In that instant
hat, jeans, stride
he becomes a quiet emblem
of crossing into celebration,
a wanderer stepping
from the ordinary
into a world painted bright
with culture, laughter,
and the promise of belonging.
Sony A7RV
FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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A young woman in dark sunglasses
leans toward a waiting skewer,
the sun catching on the metal,
on her smile half-hidden.
Behind her, the Mexican mural
spills its colour across the food truck
chilies, saints, and swirling blossoms
a feast painted before the feast.
She lifts the skewer,
a small moment in a busy day,
yet framed by all that colour
it becomes its own bright story.
Sony A7RV
FE 135mm f1.8 GM
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Two vendors at the Mexican stall
leaned close in quiet debate,
their words rising like warm spice
into the afternoon air.
Behind them, in the soft green hush
of Flagstaff Garden,
two women—one young, one weathered by years
turned toward my waiting lens.
The younger with curiosity,
the elder with knowing calm—
as if they had long understood
that every moment, once seen,
becomes a story.
Sony A7RV
FE 135mm f1.8 GM
Check out Candid 1014
In Flagstaff Garden’s tempered light,
a man prepares his borrowed face
fine strokes of crimson, coal, and white,
a quiet ritual in the open space.
Brush whispers over skin like breath,
each line a memory, each curve a vow;
the living paying homage to death,
the ancient blooming through him now.
Around him, Melbourne hums its day,
trams singing past in their iron tune,
yet here he stands in calm display,
a blossom painted for the moon.
For Mexico’s bright festival,
he dons the mask of joy and sorrow
a face that says the past is full,
and we must greet it come tomorrow.
Sony A7RV
FE 135mm f1.8 GM
Check out Candid 1013
