A lone silhouette on Burleigh sand,
Board in hand, footsteps soft and planned.
The city rises, glass and light,
Against the fading edge of night.
He walks where waves whisper and break,
Where ocean dreams and skylines wake.
Sunset drapes the scene in gold,
A fleeting story silently told.
Salt wind tangles, horizon glows,
Between the land the skyline shows.
A surfer paused, the world in frame,
Shadow and sea, one quiet flame.
Sony A7RV
FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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Off Elizabeth, where neon hums
and tram-line dreams in silence come,
a storefront glows with muted grace,
its glass a veil, its light a face.
Inside, a stillness thick and bare—
few figures sit in twilight's care.
By tiled wall and table’s end,
they dine in hush, like time’s own friends.
Their shadows lean with gentle weight,
as if they’ve paused the hands of fate.
Steam curls soft from bowls held near,
warmth the only sound to hear.
No words disturb the breathing light,
just silhouettes against the night—
their stories hinted, not yet told,
in Melbourne’s chill, in silence bold.
Sony A7RV
FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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