On Brunswick Street, beneath a borrowed star,
A narrow bar keeps vigil through the day;
Lantern light and foreign letters are
Set gently where the southern shadows play.
The barman stands, intent, in measured grace,
Hands learning silence more than spoken art;
Each bottle waits, each glass retains its place,
As evening gathers slowly at the heart.
Sony A7RV
FE 24mm f1.4 GM
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Beneath the canvas eaves of a village fair,
Where pine and stone remember older ways,
A stall stands brief as morning mountain air,
Yet warm with talk that binds the passing days.
The vendor leans, his sleeves rolled to the bone,
Steam ghosting up like breath in winter rain;
His hands have learned the grammar of the stone,
The iron plate, the grain, the patient flame.
Across the counter, finger poised mid-speech,
A traveler weighs desire against his coin;
Between them hangs a moment they both reach
Not trade alone, but something more benign.
Black ink of signs, like banners brushed with care,
Name humble joys: sweet corn, cheese, bread, and heat;
Such words, once spoken, season village air
Where hunger learns that waiting can be sweet.
No bell is rung, no temple drum is struck,
Yet here the everyday reveals its art:
Two lives converge by chance, by work, by luck,
And part again, each carrying the other’s part.
So markets bloom and fade like cherry trees,
Petals of talk and labor briefly sown;
In such small scenes, the village finds its peace
The world made whole where simple hands are shown.
Sony A7RV
FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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Under the warm glare
of a single hanging bulb,
a young man works
steady, quiet, intent.
His cap pulled low,
his eyes fixed on the scoop,
he lifts steam and grain
from a wide, waiting pan,
as if serving more
than just food.
Behind him, voices blur,
shapes soften into shadows,
but he stays sharp
a still point
in the hum of a market day.
In the simple act
of filling a plate,
there is rhythm,
there is care,
there is the small poetry
of hands doing their work
with gentle precision.
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
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