Warrnambool Candid Series #1251 Warrnambool

 

Along the Warrnambool path he runs,
not alone but doubled
one heartbeat in his chest,
another sleeping beneath canvas and shade.

The pram wheels hum over concrete seams,
a soft percussion against the ocean wind.
Benches wait like patient witnesses,
watching miles pass in quiet increments.

Grey sky, salt air, clipped coastal grass,
trees bent inland by decades of weather;
here, movement is inheritance,
passed forward with each steady stride.

He pushes into the breeze from Lady Bay,
breath rising, shoulders set,
carrying tomorrow along today’s track
between dunes and distant surf.

No fanfare, no finish line ribbon,
just the rhythm of footfall and rolling wheels,
a parent charting a narrow road of care
through the wide, windswept edge of town.

In Warrnambool’s muted light
the future rides gently ahead of him,
and every metre gained is a promise
kept in motion.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 1098

Warrnambool Candid Series #1250 Warrnambool footpath

 

A lone runner cuts the coastal air,
feet drumming a narrow ribbon of path
that threads through salt-bleached grass
and wind-shaped shrubs.

Above, the Warrnambool sky hangs low and pale,
clouds rolling in from the Southern Ocean,
heavy with stories of tides and storms.
The breeze tastes faintly of brine.

Each stride is a small defiance
against the pull of stillness,
arms swinging like pendulums
keeping time with the heartbeat of the town.

Behind him, the world softens into blur:
picnic tables, distant figures,
trees leaning inland from years of gales.
Ahead, the track curves out of sight.

Gulls wheel somewhere beyond the dunes,
and the unseen surf keeps its thunderous rhythm.
He runs not from, but into the wind,
into the grey light, into the day.

On this edge of land and water,
movement is warmth, breath is steam,
and the body becomes a compass
pointing forward along the coast.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 1097

Warrnambool Candid Series #1247 Warrnambool

 

Along the Warrnambool path he walks,
where scrub leans in and the coast breathes quietly.
A bench waits, weathered and patient,
the road unspooling into soft distance.

Grey light settles on hoodie and gravel,
on footsteps measured, unhurried.
Here, between bush and sea,
time slows enough to notice the ordinary grace of moving forward.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 1094 and FACE OFF

Melbourne Candid Series #1233 Flagstaff Garden

 

Beneath the plane trees’ winter-bare refrain,
He walks where Flagstaff keeps its quiet trust;
A fleeting thought, a pause between the strain,
While time drifts past like leaves dissolved to dust.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 1079

Melbourne Candid Series #1228 Lonsdale St

 

On Lonsdale Street he pauses, black-clad and bowed,
A silvered arch of hat against the day;
Bone-stitched trousers whisper as he goes,
Steel wheels mark time where traffic has its say.

Between the rush, he stands—old ritual kept—
A lone, dark note the city has not swept.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 1074 and FACE OFF

Melbourne Candid Series #1221 Flagstaff Garden

 

Along the gravel paths of Flagstaff’s green,
Where summer fairs dissolve in muted sound,
He walks alone, though never quite unseen,
A fixed point while the crowd moves all around.

Dark lenses guard his eyes from open view,
As if the day were brighter than it seems;
His gaze turned inward, thoughtful, stern, and true,
Attentive more to weight than passing gleams.
The checked shirt hangs with workman’s quiet ease,
Plain cloth that knows the language of the day,
Unbothered by the tents, the hum, the breeze,
Or idle talk that drifts and slips away.

Behind him, faces blur to softened shade,
Their gestures half-considered, quickly spent;
They come and go like marks the feet have made
Upon the grass, erased as soon as meant.
Yet he remains, a figure set in pause,
As though the moment asked him to endure
A witness to no spectacle or cause,
But simply to the act of being sure.

Thus Flagstaff Gardens keeps him in its care
Not hero, nor observer raised above,
But one still centre in the breathing air,
Where crowds pass on, and solitude holds love.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 1067

Melbourne Candid Series #1209 Lonsdale St

 

Along Lonsdale where the noon light pales,
He walks the narrow margin of the day,
Stone walls to one side, traffic’s distant tales
Unspooling where the city bends away.

The footpath keeps his measured, solitary pace,
A quiet drum beneath his steady stride;
Head bowed not in sorrow but in grace
Of thought absorbed, the world held close inside.

A plastic bag swings low with common needs,
Bread for the night, the ordinary fare;
No anthem here but headphones whispering seeds
Of private worlds no passerby can share.

The city does not pause to learn his name—
It rarely does, and rarely needs to know—
Yet in this frame, unchanged, unnamed, he claims
His moment as the streets continue to flow.

O Lonsdale Street, in monochrome and stone,
You hold a thousand lives like this in trust:
Each step a verse, each passerby alone,
Each day composed of habit, will, and dust.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 1056

Melbourne Candid Series #1281 Flagstaff Garden

 

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 

Check out Candid 1038

Melbourne Candid Series #1245 Flindes St

 

An Indian chap leans toward the light,
camera poised, eyes half-narrowed,
his fingers steady as if tuning a string.
He glances at the small blue glow
of the LCD—his private universe
where a fragment of Melbourne
is trapped in digital silence.

Behind him, tables hum with midday talk:
cutlery glints, coffee curls in steam,
laughter drifts like music caught
between brick and awning.
The city moves, yet he is still
framing the world’s brief shimmer,
a moment folding into another.

Somewhere, a tram bell rings,
and the wind carries the scent of roast and rain.
He lowers the camera, half-smiling,
as though what he sought
wasn’t in the image,
but in the act of seeing itself.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 

Check out Candid 1001 and FACE OFF

Melbourne Candid Series #1192 Little Collins St

 

A father bends,
hands fumbling in the bag,
searching for a small delight—
a toy, a sweet, a promise of care.

Beside him,
his daughter waits,
eyes wide as if the world
were stitched from his pockets.

Across the street,
a current of strangers flows—
heels striking, bicycles leaning,
faces turned toward their own errands.

Yet in the noise,
this quiet gesture blooms:
love measured not in grandeur,
but in the reach of a father’s hand.

Sony A7RV

FE 35mm f1.4 GM

Check out Candid 947

Melbourne Candid Series #1180 Collins St

 

Down Collins Street he strode,
beard bristling in the city’s glow,
both hands laden with goods,
each step a wide unhurried claim
upon the pavement’s grey expanse.

Great earphones crowned his head,
a private orchestra unheard by all,
yet his stride kept perfect time,
a rhythm only he could hear,
a march through Melbourne’s bustle.

Shoppers glanced, the trams rolled on,
but he—self-contained, unfaltering
carried his burdens like trophies,
a solitary figure,
moving to music of his own.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 935

Melbourne Candid Series #1170 Collins Arcade

 

Off Collins Arcade,
a man in a wide-brimmed hat
hauls a heavy bag,
its weight tugging at his shoulder.

His shirt, thin with wear,
clings to him in the afternoon light,
nipples pressing forward,
stark as punctuation marks
against the fabric’s looseness.

Beside him his spouse keeps pace,
steps in quiet rhythm,
their figures slipping
into the current of Swanston Street,
two lives moving forward,
ordinary, unadorned,
yet etched sharply
against the city’s hum.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 925

Melbourne Candid Series #1167 Flinders St

 

Along Flinders Street the footsteps beat,
A chap moves steady through the heat.
Dark glasses hide his guarded gaze,
A cap pulled low in city haze.

Upon his chest, in black and white,
The Collingwood crest declares its might.
He walks with pride, both firm and free,
A living note in Melbourne’s symphony.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 922

Melbourne Candid Series #1162 Swanston St

 

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.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 917 and FACE OFF

Melbourne Candid Series #1156 Little Flinders Lane

 

The chap with a cap on Little Flinders Lane,
Stands in the slant of a morning refrain.
With a cup in hand, he quietly sips,
A smoothie swirling at his lips.

Berry or mango—who’s to say?
His gaze drifts slow with the start of day.
Tram bells ring and footsteps pass,
While time runs thin through café glass.

No rush, no fuss, just city hum,
And fruit-blent calm where thinkers come.
A cap, a cup, and quiet poise
A moment soft in Melbourne noise.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 910

Melbourne Candid Series #1153 Elizabeth St

 

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.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 907

Melbourne Candid Series #1140 Exhibition St

 

A little boy rides his scooter slow,
Wheels whisper soft on streets below.
Across Exhibition, bold and wide,
He glides with wonder, dad by his side.

Monochrome holds the city still,
Time in grayscale bends to will.
Shadows stretch, the tram bells chime,
They move as if outside of time.

His father’s hand, a steady guide,
Through crosswalks where the moments bide.
A boy, a scooter, a world to claim—
In black and white, he writes his name.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 894

Melbourne Candid Series #1138 Hosier Lane

 

On Hosier Lane where the murals breathe,
A man walks uphill with sunlight sheathed—
Gleaming shades on his silent face,
Each step wrapped in the lane’s embrace.

His wife beside, her hand in his own,
Two shadows stretching on cobblestone.
She leans like memory, soft and near,
He leads like time with nothing to fear.

The walls around burst wild with hue,
But they move quiet, just passing through—
A moment framed in a painted land,
Love uphill, hand in hand.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 892 and FACE OFF

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 #1135 Swanston St (before winter this year)

 

Upon Swanston Street, where footsteps meet,
A lone man walks in midday heat.
With earphones snug and singlet white,
He strides ahead, lost from all sight.

The city's hum fades to a tone,
For in his world, he walks alone.
Eyes widely shut, no glance is thrown—
This is his hour, he is the zone.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 889 and FACE OFF