Two children tumbled, lost in play,
While father’s gaze drifted far away.
An old hack horse with weary eye,
Fixed on the lens as folk passed by.
Beyond, a queue in patient line,
Waited outside the café’s sign.
On Little Flinders, life flowed slow,
A street of stories, soft and low.
Sony A7RV
FE 35mm f1.4 GM
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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On De Graves Street, the morning hums,
Young chaps gather where sunlight comes.
Brunch laid out on a bustling lane,
Laughter rising like soft champagne.
A curly head in bokeh sways,
Blurred behind their lively ways.
Forks click, cups clink, the chatter flows,
A fleeting warmth the city knows.
Shadows stretch, the street alive,
In fleeting moments, all thrives.
A simple brunch, yet worlds entwine,
In sunlight, scent, and coffee’s brine.
Sony A7RV
FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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In Little Collins Street, he hides,
Shadowed by brick and whispered tides.
Earbuds hum a private stream,
A world inside, a hidden dream.
Footsteps echo, brisk and small,
Neon flickers against the wall.
A melody or talk drifts near,
Only he can catch, only he can hear.
Smoke of the city curls around,
Steel and glass, a distant sound.
Alley folds him like a secret note,
Music or podcast, on him it floats.
Sony A7RV
FE 135mm f1.8
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A mural leans upon the wall,
its colours muted into grey.
The street is full
pedestrians flow like sardines,
pressed in rhythm,
their footsteps stitching the lane.
Beneath wide umbrellas,
waiter and patrons linger,
the clatter of plates
mingling with laughter and pause.
Degraves Street breathes—
a café theatre in monochrome,
every figure caught
between shadow and light.
Sony A7RV
FE 35mm f1.4 GM
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A city afternoon,
jerseys gather at the table,
voices half-spilled with cutlery.
She stands apart,
hands lit by a private glow,
while the street drifts untoward
all strangers,
stitched for a moment
into monochrome.
Sony A7RV
FE 35mm f1.8 GM
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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
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A man and his giant shadow of fur,
stride steady through the narrow street.
The dog’s paws echo like soft drums,
marking time against the city’s hum.
Bicycles lean,
cars gleam,
but it is the quiet bond between walker and beast
that bends the lane into rhythm.
People pass,
signs blur,
yet in this moment—
the city belongs to two companions,
carving their way through Melbourne’s breath.
Sony A7RV
FE 35mm f1.4 GM
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Graffiti clings
to silver walls,
an alphabet of passing hands.
Shadows break
shoes cross the street,
each step a fragment of the city’s hum.
Packets of colour
glimmer in glass,
quiet offerings to hungry eyes.
And through it all,
the lane exhales
a rhythm stitched of strangers.
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FE 35mm f1.4 GM
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A waiter stands in footie pride,
With “AFL” across his side.
He casts a glance, a knowing sign,
To draw me in, to sit, to dine.
Off De Graves Street, lanes awake,
With clatter, chatter, scents to take.
His eyes invite, his smile implores,
To step within through open doors.
I hold my lens, the street’s my frame,
Yet feel the tug of his small game.
Between the shutter and the seat,
Temptation lingers in the street.
Sony A7RV
FE 35mm f1.4 GM
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On De Graves Street, a restless tide,
A young man walks with hopeful stride.
His gaze pursues a fleeting flame,
A lady bold, with beauty’s claim.
Her dress is light, the hemline high,
It dances free with passing sky.
Her legs, unveiled, the crowd admire,
She moves as though the stones inspire.
He follows close with easy air,
In casual clothes, without much care.
But every step betrays his aim—
To catch her glance, to spark a flame.
The city hums, the moment brief,
Desire laced with shy belief.
On cobbled lane where strangers meet,
A silent play unfolds the street.
Sony A7RV
FE 35mm f1.4 GM
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On De Graves Street,
he leans forward,
mouth wide with laughter or hunger,
taking a great bite
of whatever joy the plate has given.
Beside him, his partner watches—
a soft echo in her eyes,
the kind that belongs
to the ease of shared meals.
Around them the façade glows,
lanterns and shadows woven close,
the laneway humming
with its vibey grace,
as if the walls themselves
were tasting life
through their laughter.
Sony A7RV
FE 35mm f1.4 GM
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Off De Graves Street,
beneath the laneway’s hush,
a father leans into a table’s comfort,
cap tilted,
tattoo ink coiled upon his leg
like a memory written in skin.
Two boys beside him,
bright in their footy shirts,
shoulders knocking in the smallness of youth,
eyes wide with the ordinary feast.
Plates clatter,
the city breathes around them,
but here
in this narrow corner of Melbourne
a family meal becomes
its own quiet monument.
Sony A7RV
FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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On De Graves Street,
he settles into the chair’s embrace,
a small table before him
like an island of pause
amid the city’s restless tide.
Shorts bare his knees to the morning air,
yet the photograph permits no season
only the hush of black and white,
where his coffee steams invisibly,
a secret warmth the lens refuses.
Here he leans,
cup lifted in quiet ritual,
as though the whole lane
were distilled to this moment:
a man, a table,
and time poured slowly
into porcelain.
Sony A7RV
FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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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
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Four young men in sunlight’s glow,
Chairs set out in a gentle row,
Laughter drifts on the street’s soft hum,
Coffee warms where their voices come.
Sidewalk buzzes, world moves by,
Yet here they sit beneath the sky,
Moments caught in a fleeting scene,
Simple, bright, and quietly keen.
Sony A7RV
FE 135mm 1.8 GM
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Amid the hum of De Graves Street,
A young chap lets his eyes retreat,
Footsteps drum in rhythmic flow,
Yet stillness blooms where he lets go.
Faces blur and voices rise,
He finds a calm beneath the skies,
In the crowded pulse of day’s parade,
A quiet pause, unafraid.
Sony A7RV
FE 135mm f1.8 GM
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Along DeGrave Street the sunlight falls,
A sharp, unyielding blade on walls;
It cuts the air, it paints the ground,
And drives long shadows all around.
Pedestrians drift through molten glare,
Their faces lit, half-gold, half-bare;
Each step becomes a fleeting sign
Of light’s command, of day’s design.
The city breathes in heat and flame,
Yet still the narrow lane remains—
A passage where the sun declares
Its rule upon the lives it glares.
Sony A7RV
FE 24mm 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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Off Bourke Street Mall,
she sits upon a steel bench,
an elderly Asian woman,
hands clasped firm upon her bag
as though it were a small anchor.
Her gaze drifts outward,
past the restless river of shoes,
the tide of passing strangers
that rises, breaks, and folds again.
Behind her, the bench gleams cold;
before her, the city surges on.
She waits in her stillness,
a quiet figure rooted,
while the world keeps hurrying by.
Sony A7RV
FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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