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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Upon Flinders Street they tread with cheer,
Two youthful souls in garb austere.
In shirts and shorts, with steps so fleet,
They journey forth through bustling street.
The city hums, the trams roll by,
The footie’s call is drawing nigh.
With laughter light and spirits flame,
They march together toward the game.
Sony A7RV
FE 35mm f1.4 GM
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Beneath the stone of Flinders Street,
An old man moves on steady feet,
A paper map held firm, yet frail,
As if to chart a vanished trail.
Beside him walks a boy of youth,
His grin bright, his step uncouth,
A sun-glass crown upon his hair,
A careless halo, light as air.
Two figures bound by time’s design,
One tracing roads, one yet to find,
Together in the city’s hum
The past and future walk as one.
Sony A7RV
35mm f1.4 GM
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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
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On Flinders Street in winter's breath,
Where light is low and still as death,
A family walked through morning's grey,
Their shapes cast long in soft decay.
One teenage boy stepped just ahead,
His gaze afar, thoughts loosely spread.
Behind, the father pushed the pram,
Its wheels in rhythm, slow and calm.
A younger child lay nestled deep,
Half-dreaming in a winter sleep.
The city's stir passed all around,
Yet peace within that pram was found.
The mother walked with silent grace,
Dark glasses veiled her watching face.
She turned to me—no smile, no frown,
Just knowing as she looked me down.
No need for words, no need for sound,
The tramline sang, the world spun round.
And in that frame of black and white,
They carried love through morning light.
Sony A7RV
FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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By St Paul’s shade, where spires climb high,
A hush beneath the bustling sky—
Two souls in pause, a fleeting scene,
Among the stones and city green.
One stands in shorts, knee-length and neat,
The other rests with crossed-up feet,
A coffee warm within her hand,
As traffic hums across the land.
They talk of nothing, maybe dreams,
While sunlight dances off the beams;
A pocket space the world walks past,
But here, the morning dares to last.
Just off the lane where few things stay,
Two people meet, then drift away.
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FE 14mm f1.8 GM
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He strides in suit with purpose bold,
A voice like brass in morning cold;
His words fly fast, a streaming train,
Across the street, through wind and rain.
In Flinders' shadow, trams glide past,
The crossing blinks, the moment lasts;
An Aussie leans, with coffee slow,
Unbothered by the urgent show.
A tradesman laughs, a banker sips,
As sunlight curls on city lips;
The rush of one, the calm of rest—
Each walking in the way they’re dressed.
So Melbourne hums, both loud and still,
A patchwork bound by common will.
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FE 20-70mm f4 G
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A man of broad and burdened frame
Did walk where trams and voices came;
His gaze was cast toward the stone,
As though the world were not his own.
Each step he took was slow, profound,
A rhythm lost in city sound;
Yet in his path, a silent grace—
A soul adrift, yet not erased.
The passers moved in hurried flight,
While he remained—a grounded sight;
No glance he raised, no word he said,
But bore the weight of thought instead.
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FE 135mm f1.8 GM
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By Jackson’s wall on Flinders wide,
Where trams do groan and footsteps glide,
A lady walks in coat of grace,
With shaded eyes and steadfast face.
Her trench is tied in noble thread,
Like whispers stitched from times long dead,
Its folds command the morning air,
As though she strolled from Baudelaire.
The city hums, a restless tide,
Where strangers pass and thoughts collide;
Yet still she moves, serene, apart,
A quiet world around her heart.
The crowd flows on in clashing stream,
Each caught within their private dream,
While she, composed in poise and form,
Stands like a calm within the storm.
And over her frame the light does play,
As clouds retreat from break of day;
In monochrome, she seems to be
A ghost of grace and memory.
Sony A7RV
FE 135mm 1.8 GM
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A throng there surged, in restless tide,
Feet like thunder on stone did bide;
The murmur rose with iron will,
Each soul adrift, yet never still.
A dame in garb of sport and stride,
With fuller womb and gleaming pride,
Did lift her hand and greet the air,
A grin she bore—so bold, so fair.
A youth stood firm on pathway wide,
His gaze to glass he did confide,
A world within his palm he found,
While round him spun the earthly sound.
And the folk in scattered view,
Their eyes in compass wild and true—
To east, to west, to low and high,
Their thoughts like birds across the sky.
Sony A7RV
FE 35mm f1.4 GM
He is a well-known figure on the streets of Melbourne, often singing loudly and embracing passersby with his sweat-soaked jumper. He also experiences vivid hallucinations, which he insists others believe.
Another man is also notable, fond of holding a large carrot toy aloft near the entrance of Flinders Street Station.
I ought to publish a series showcasing the renowned characters of the city streets.
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FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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Fashion on the streets displays great variety.
I frequently employ wide-angle lenses, allowing me to openly capture images before passing pedestrians.
Sony A7RV
FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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This frame reminds me of Europe. Next to Paul's Cathedral
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FE 14mm f1.8 GM
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