Melbourne Candid Series #1060 Swanston St

 

Morning spills on Swanston Street,
Shadows stretch where footsteps meet.
Golden light, a soft ballet,
Across the tiles in quiet display.

Pedestrians pass in restless streams,
Drawn by duties, hopes, and dreams.
An elder moves with practiced grace,
Time etched deep upon his face.

To the right, his steady pace—
A calm within the urban race.
Opposite, young and still, a man,
Hair in a bun, lost in his plan.

They share a stage of tiled stone,
Together, yet each walks alone.
Two eras pause, the morning hums—
And city life in silence drums.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 816

Melbourne Candid Series #1059 Elizabeth St

 

Three youths stroll down Elizabeth Street,
City’s pulse beneath their feet.
Eyes like stars, dreams in flight,
Skyscrapers gleam in midday light.

In Melbourne's heart, so vast, so free,
Asian roots weave silently.
Forty percent and rising still,
A city shaped by every will.

Cultures blend like evening haze,
Languages ripple through alleyways.
Each step a story, proud and bold,
In streets where histories unfold.

So let them walk, and let it be—
A portrait of diversity.
In every face, a world to see,
Melbourne hums in harmony.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 815

Melbourne Candid Series #1058 Russell St

 

On Russell Street where broths arise,
Steam curls beneath the dusky skies.
Each door a portal, warm and wide,
To ramen dreams that boil inside.

A gentleman in sweater thread,
With thoughtful steps and quiet tread,
Descends the lane in twilight's art,
And bites into a humble tart.

Its filling sweet, its crust so fine,
A subtle dance of fruit and brine.
While savory scents around him float,
He savors both—what shops promote,
And sweetness crumbling at his throat.

So moves he through that evening fair,
With tart in hand and ramen air—
A fusion walk of taste and time,
On Russell’s road, half prose, half rhyme.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 814

Melbourne Candid Series #1057 Swanston St

 

He strolls beneath the Southern sun,
An overseas son,
Tinted shades veiling his gaze,
As trams hum past in Swanston haze.

Before the Town Hall's solemn face,
He drifts, a stranger in this place—
Half in thought, half in scene,
Lost between what might have been.

Beside the curb, in floral rows,
The plastic petals primly pose,
Ever-blooming, never real,
Mocking time with cheap appeal.

Tax-fed blossoms, oddly proud,
Rootless beauty drawing crowd—
He walks by, unfazed, alone,
In a city never quite his own.

Sony A7RV

FE 35mm f1.4 GM

Check out Candid 813

Melbourne Candid Series #1056 Swanston St

 

On Swanston Street beneath the sky,
A young man scrolls as strangers pass by.
His eyes are fixed on a glowing screen,
Lost in a world that can't be seen.

Behind him stands a quiet gaze,
An Asian man in the city's haze.
He looks ahead with steady grace,
Unmoved by time, in his own place.

A delivery bike rests by the wall,
Wheels stilled in the evening sprawl.
Moments pause in the city’s hum—
Stories unfold, then swiftly come undone.

Sony A7RV

FE 35mm f1.4 GM

Check out Candid 812 and FACE OFF

Melbourne Candid Series #1055 Swanston St

 

At Koko’s joint on Swanston Street,
Where sunny skies and warmth greet,
Two ladies work with steady grace,
Preparing joy in every place.

The chocolate melts in tender care,
A rich aroma fills the air.
Australian-owned, their craft refined,
A sweeter moment hard to find.

The sun shines bright on city lanes,
As cocoa swirls through summer’s veins.
In Koko’s hands, the cups are warm,
A perfect blend, a cozy charm.

Beneath the sun, the world moves fast,
But here, in peace, the moment lasts.
Hot chocolate served with care and cheer,
In Melbourne’s heart, it’s crystal clear.

Sony A7RV

FE 35mm f1.4 GM

Check out Candid 811

Melbourne Candid Series #1054 Hosier Lane

 

A young man walks with quiet grace,
Uphill he climbs, a steady pace.
Through Hosier Lane, where colors speak,
A canvas worn, where walls are sleek.

His sneakers tap on pavement old,
Among the spray of stories bold.
Each step he takes, a thought untold,
As graffiti whispers secrets cold.

Eyes lost in dreams, not bound by time,
In this wild world, he seeks a rhyme.
The street is loud, yet calm his soul,
A part of art, yet still whole.

His journey’s steep, but in his mind,
The answers wait, the peace he’ll find.
And through the walls, with hues so bright,
He walks, untangling day from night.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 810

Melbourne Candid Series #1053 Swanston St

 

He walks where the city forgets to dream,
Off Swanston’s pulse, in a side-street seam.
An old man carved from dusk and ache,
Thin as memory, too brittle to break.

Beret tilted like a wounded crown,
Eyes cast low, like the heavens frown.
Each step a whisper, each breath a thread,
The living ghost of a life half-dead.

In his hand—O fate!—a paper curled,
Tight as secrets that once rocked the world.
Is it a letter? A map? A name?
A poem never read, or a war’s last flame?

The trams don’t pause for men like this,
Worn to the bone by what they miss.
Yet still he moves, through wind and grime,
Dragging behind the weight of time.

No one sees him—just a blur,
Of beret, bones, and something sirred.
But somewhere deep, the city knows,
He walks with all its buried prose.

Sony A7RV

FE 20-70mm f4 G

Check out Candid 809 and FACE OFF

Melbourne Candid Series #1052 Flinders station

 

Under the dome where the shadows lean,
Flinders hums with a rusted sheen.
Neon flickers, cigarette glow,
Time runs slow where the loners go.

A young cat stands with his hair pulled tight,
Face half-lost in the edge of night.
Strikes a match with a ghost of flair,
Smoke curls up like a whispered dare.

Trains cry low like a city’s sigh,
The world’s gone crooked, he don't ask why.
Just leans on bricks with a heart half broke,
Chasing peace in a drag of smoke.

Beneath that dome, time don’t forgive,
But he lights up like he wants to live.

Sony A7RV

FE 35mm f1.4 GM

Check out Candid 808

Melbourne Candid Series #1051 Swanston St

 

A young chap strides with a rhythm bold,
Curly hair wild, like stories untold.
Down Swanston Street where the city hums,
He walks to the beat of invisible drums.

Large earphones wrap his head in sound,
A private concert as feet meet ground.
Dock pants swish with a casual flair,
Swagger of youth, breeze in the air.

The trams roll by, the pigeons flee,
But he's lost in a world only he can see.
Basslines bounce through his steady pace,
A grin half-formed on his traveler's face.

Melbourne moves with its usual din,
But he’s wrapped in music, deep within.
Not chasing time, just catching a vibe,
A living pulse in the city's tribe.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 807

Melbourne Candid Series #1050 Swanston St

 

A tall, slender man in a suit so neat,
Glides down Swanston with echoing feet.
His coat catches wind like a fleeting thought,
A figure of grace the morning forgot.

Phone in his hand, face lit by the screen,
Eyes on the glow, lost in the sheen.
Among the crowd, yet utterly lone,
Each soul adrift in a world of their own.

Trams hum past with a city’s refrain,
Umbrellas bloom in a whisper of rain.
The old stones watch with quiet delight,
At men made of flesh but minds made of light.

So he walks, like the rest—plugged and apart—
A shadow of steel with a fast-beating heart.
In the dance of the modern, the digital stream,
Reality bends like a half-faded dream.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 806

Melbourne Candid Series #1049 Little Bourke St

 

Down Little Bourke, mid city’s hum,
A man walks on, his fingers numb.
His hairline fades with time’s embrace,
Yet focus lights his solemn face.

Eyes fixed upon the glowing screen,
Unmoved by all the urban scene,
He drifts through crowds in silent zone,
A world away, yet not alone.

Sony A7RV

FE 35mm f1.4 GM

Check out Candid 805

Melbourne Candid Series #1048 Collins St

 

On Collins Street where traffic swells,
A rider waits as red light dwells.
With jacket thick 'gainst wind and rain,
He leans upon his silent frame.

A satchel wide upon his back,
Stuffed full along its heavy track,
His front wheel strays beyond the line,
Encroaching where the walkers dine.

Yet on his head, a helmet worn—
A modest grace in urban scorn.
He lingers still, both still and sly,
Beneath the watchful Melbourne sky.

Sony A7RV

FE 35mm f1.4 GM

Check out Candid 804

Melbourne Candid Series #1047 Londsale St

 

Upon Lonsdale Street, in twilight's shade,
A weary man, mid-years and grey,
With bottle dark in hand he strayed,
Its label long since peeled away.

A heavy sack upon his arm,
With secrets cloaked in cloth and thread,
He moved with neither haste nor charm,
Where quiet city footsteps led.

His beard was worn by time’s slow tide,
Now streaked with ash, with silver lined,
And through a strolling pair he tried
To weave his path, as if inclined—

By purpose strange, or whims unknown,
He wandered on, yet not alone.

Sony A7RV

FE 35mm f1.4 GM

Check out Candid 803

Melbourne Candid Series #1046 Elizabeth St

 

Down Elizabeth Street he strides alone,
a slender thread in the city’s tone,
jacket sharp in the autumn breeze,
moving swift with elegant ease.

Fancy ear pods crown his ears,
drowning out the city's cheers—
lost in rhythm, thought, or beat,
a silent world beneath his feet.

Glass and tramlights dance on skin,
as day and noise blur deep within.
He walks a line both near and far,
tethered to sound like a distant star.

Melbourne hums its morning tune,
but he moves on, immune, immune—
a figure drawn in motion's ink,
on city streets that barely blink.

Sony A7RV

FE 20-70mm f4 G

Check out Candid 802 and FACE OFF

Melbourne Candid Series #1045 Hosier Lane

 

On Hosier Lane where colors gleam,
They pose beneath a spray-can dream.
Graffiti walls, bold strokes and flame,
Now backdrop to their fleeting fame.

He lifts his chin, his left knee bent,
A tilted grin, all cool intent.
The street a stage, his stance precise,
Caught mid-pose like thrown-back dice.

She holds the phone with steady grace,
An upright calm upon her face.
A frame composed, no words to say—
Their story told in light and spray.

They’re not just two among the crowd,
But stars beneath the street art cloud.
In digital ink, the moment stays,
Two hearts immortalised in haze.

Sony A7RV

FE 20-70mm f4 G

Check out Candid 801

Melbourne Candid Series #1044 Swanston St

 

On Swanston Street, a scene unfolds,
A man with ear pods, a story untold,
Nibbling banquette, with focus keen,
A modern dance, where tech meets cuisine.

Two young men stroll with ease in tow,
Ear pods snug, as the world flows,
Lost in their rhythm, with nothing to say,
Just the pulse of the city, guiding their way.

Sony A7RV

FE 20-70mm f4 G

Check out Candid 800 

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Melbourne Candid Series #1043 Swanston St

 

He cuts through Swanston, sharp and fast,
A midday blur that’s built to last.
His blazer lifts, a sailing wing,
Caught in the city's bustling swing.

Lunch in hand—a humble prize,
Foam container, warm and wise.
Steam curls up like fleeting dreams,
Between the shops and tram bell screams.

The clock, it chases; he won't yield,
A soldier of the office field.
In every stride, a mission clear,
To beat the hour, to disappear.

Yet in that flight, a quiet grace,
A dance of motion, time, and place—
Where hunger meets the weekday grind,
And Swanston watches, half-aligned.

Sony A7RV

FE 20-70mm f4 GM

Check out Candid 799

Melbourne Candid Series #1042 Swanston St

 

Amid the rush on Swanston Street,
Where countless footsteps rise and meet,
A thousand faces glance and stray,
All chasing time, then swept away.

But through the tide of shifting heads,
Two walkers move like silver threads.
Their gaze is fixed, their posture proud,
Alone in focus, through the crowd.

No screens, no signs to draw their eyes,
They walk beneath the Melbourne skies,
As if they see a distant shore,
A quiet truth, a something more.

While city hums in scattered thought,
Their silent stride says all it ought—
In chaos, calm; in drift, direction,
Two souls in step with introspection.

Sony A7RV

FE 20-70mm f4 G

Check out Candid 798

Melbourne Candid Series #1041 Sydney Rd

 

Two ladies sit where stories flow,

At a small round table, soft and slow,

Outside a shop with faded grace,

Time etched deep on its weathered face.

 

Peeling paint and a doorway worn,

Whispers of decades gently torn.

In Collingwood, where styles collide—

The hip, the free, the cool reside.

 

They sip and laugh in morning’s hue,

Among the ghosts and something new.

Where hippie hearts and trendsetters meet,

Their voices mingle on the street.

 

A moment caught in urban bloom,

With rust and charm and café fume—

Two souls in talk, the world drifts by,

Beneath the patchwork of the sky.

Sony A7RV

FE 20-70mm f4 G

Check out Candid 797

Melbourne Candid Series #1040 Swanston St

 

A man in full gear, steadfast and clean,
Guides his machine through the urban scene.
On Swanston Street, beneath morning’s gleam,
He rides the hum of a hissing stream.

The brushes whirl, the water sprays,
He sweeps the echoes of yesterday’s haze.
With every pass, the grit retreats,
Order returns to the bustling streets.

Helmet low, his eyes ahead,
In dawn’s soft gold and city red,
He makes the concrete gently shine—
A quiet craft, a task divine.

Sony A7RV

FE 20-70mm f4 G

Check out Candid 796

Melbourne Candid Series #1039 Swanston St

 

I can't believe she bought a book—

From Dymocks, of all places! Look—

I thought that shop had long since died,

Its lights gone out, its shelves denied.

Yet there she stood, with quiet pride,

A paperback tucked at her side.

While near her, on Swanston Street,

A gentleman, composed and neat,

Wore a hat—so bold, so fine—

Like jazz notes dancing on a line.

Two scenes at once, a city’s hum,

Where past and present softly drum.

Sony A7RV

FE 20-70mm f4 G

Check out Candid 795

Melbourne Candid Series #1038 Higson Lane

 

Through Melbourne’s streets, the riders came,
Wheels at rest, yet hearts aflame.
They dismounted, side by side,
Let the city be their guide.

Through Higson Lane, their footsteps slowed,
Where painted walls in colors glowed.
Graffiti voices, bold and bright,
Stories swirling in the night.

Neon letters, faces wide,
A rebel’s art, a city’s pride.
Each stroke, a whisper, wild and free,
A dialogue with history.

Their helmets hung, their hands at ease,
Lost in walls that spoke with breeze.
For though their journey paused that day,
The art would ride—forever stay.

Sony A7RV

FE 20-70mm f4 G

Check out Candid 794

Melbourne Candid Series #1037 Hosier Lane

 

In Melbourne’s heart where colors blend,
Hosier Lane, where murals mend.
A canvas loud, a painted stream,
Where art and life entwine in dream.

Amidst the walls so wild, alive,
A young pair struck a pose with vibe.
She raised the phone, her head askew,
Framing the street in vibrant hue.

He tapped his ear, a wicky style,
A playful smirk, a carefree smile.
Graffiti glowed in neon spray,
Yet love outshone the art that day.

The shutter clicked, a flash so fleet,
A fleeting pose on painted street.
Yet in that frame, so bold, so free,
Their moment lived—eternally.

Sony A7RV

FE 20-70mm f4 G

Check out Candid 793 and FACE OFF

Melbourne Candid Series #1036 Brighton Beach Rd

 

A row of bath boxes, bright and bold,
Striped in sunshine, red and gold.
Set by the sand where waves embrace,
A timeless charm, a seaside grace.

Yet midst the hues of ocean’s cheer,
One lone figure—oddly here.
A jumper thick, in woolen weight,
As if the sun could not relate.

Head bent low, eyes on screen,
Lost in a world unseen.
While gulls cried out and breezes played,
He scrolled, aloof, his gaze delayed.

Did he seek the tides of thought?
Or answers that the sea forgot?
While Brighton’s boxes stood in line,
He missed their magic, lost in time.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 792

Melbourne Candid Series #1035 Balmoral Ave

 

On Balmoral Ave, beneath the sky,
A man with a beanie, walking by.
His eyes are forward, his steps are sure,
While by his side, his wife’s gaze is pure.

She looks away, a thought in mind,
A quiet moment, a heart entwined.
They walk together, yet apart in pace,
Her eyes adrift, his face a steady grace.

In Springvale’s hum, they find their way,
Two souls who wander, yet words may stray.

Sony A7RV

FE 35mm f1.4 GM

Check out Candid 791

Melbourne Candid Series #1034 Balmoral Ave

 

On Balmoral Ave, the crowd does roam,
A bustling street, where many call home.
A man walks by, his hands held high,
With bags of purchases, passing by.

He carries all, both near and far,
The weight of modern life in a jar.
Buy this, buy that, the cycle spins,
From goods to services, it never ends.

Electricity, gadgets, and more to claim,
Each item bought, each new gain.
In Springvale’s heart, he strides along,
A symbol of the world’s endless song.

Sony A7RV

FE 35mm f1.4 GM

Check out Candid 790

Melbourne Candid Series #1033 Balmoral Ave

 

On Balmoral Avenue, where life moves fast,
A new winter's chill, a shadow cast.
A strain unseen, a threat to come,
The streets grow tense as fears are numb.

Yet there he walks, in casual grace,
A mask on his chin, not in place.
It hangs there low, a classic style,
As if the risk can be defiled.

The world grows cautious, yet he’s free,
Unmoved by warnings, wild with glee.
Through Springvale’s hum, his steps unfold,
A modern tale, both new and old.

Sony A7RV

FE 35mm f1.4 GM

Check out Candid 789

Melbourne Candid Series #1032 Balmoral Ave

 

Through Springvale’s pulse, a steady flow,
A crowded street where faces go,
A man walks by, a brand so clear,
His coat, the mark of Puma here.

A walking ad, in hues so bright,
With every step, a brand in sight.
The busy street hums all around,
Where daily life and commerce pound.

The coat declares in bold array,
A symbol of the modern day,
In Springvale’s bustle, fast and wide,
The world of brands does not collide.

Sony A7RV

FE 35mm f1.4 GM

Check out Candid 788

Melbourne Candid Series #1031Balmoral Ave

 

In Springvale’s streets so bright and wide,
Where voices hum and cultures glide,
An Asian man walks, firm and tall,
A timeless grace, a presence bold.

His face is strong, a sculpted square,
A Han-born mark, both proud and rare.
One hand holds fast a glowing screen,
The other grips a bag unseen.

Through markets rich with spice and trade,
Where Vietnamese roots are deeply laid,
He moves with ease, with steps so light,
A man of past and present might.

Sony A7RV

FE 35mm f1.4 GM

Check out Candid 787

Melbourne Candid Series #1030 Springvale

 

There is always a queue outside the cheap Asian barber shop 

Sony A7RV

Sigma 24mm f3.5

Check out Candid 786

Melbourne Candid Series #1029 Melbourne Central

 

A youthful lad in garments sleek,
Through corridors he strolls unique.
With hands tucked deep in pockets tight,
He walks with ease, his soul alight.

A careless breeze, a spirit free,
Unbound by chains of gravity.
The world may rush, yet he remains,
A drifting note in time’s refrain.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 785 and FACE OFF

Melbourne Candid Series #1028 Elizabeth St

 

I was always advised that one should own several suits before embarking on a professional career. However, for the past twenty years, I have worn the same suit, now so worn that even the sleeves bear holes.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 784

Melbourne Candid Series #1027 Swanston St

 

The couple exudes a distinctly different aura, one that is notably athletic in nature.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 783

Melbourne Candid Series #1026 Swanston St

 

She traces lines upon her hand,
As if they whisper fate’s command.
A secret map, so faint yet true,
A tale of past and future too.

Her fingers dance on paths unknown,
In every crease, a seed is sown.
Does love lie near or drift away?
Do golden dreams begin to stray?

The heart line bends, the lifeline sways,
She seeks the truth in tangled maze.
Yet in her palm, no fate is cast—
Her future shapes with each step past.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 782 and FACE OFF

Melbourne Candid Series #1025 Swanston St

 

Beneath the columns, tall and grand,
A man in beret walks the land.
With measured steps and gaze so free,
He strolls in thoughtful revelry.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 781

Melbourne Candid Series #1024 Swanston St

 

A young gentleman reclineth upon the verdant lawn, delighting in the perusal of his phone before the grand edifice of the state library.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 780

Melbourne Candid Series #1023 Elizabeth St

 

Oh, joyous is the soul who stands mid-tier,
Yet roams the streets when noon draws near.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 779

Melbourne Candid Series #1022 Collins St

 

Upon Collins, where footsteps glide,
The city hums in bustling stride.
Yet eyes fall not on sights anew,
But screens that glow in glassy hue.

In hand it rests, both bright and keen,
A modern charm—this silent screen.
No glance to skies, no words take flight,
Just scrolling hands in neon light.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 778

Melbourne Candid Series #1021 Bourke St Mall

 

Upon the bustling city's lane,
Where melodies once soared in vain,
He strums no more by lantern's glow,
His tunes now lost where echoes go.

Bourke Street hums with weary tread,
Yet lacks the songs once widely spread.
The hollow wind, it hums alone—
A minstrel's voice now turned to stone.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 778

Melbourne Candid Series #1020 Bourke St Mall

 

With glass so wide and light so true,
It draws the gaze to what is due.
The world behind in softened grace,
While one stands sharp in time and space.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 777

Melbourne Candid Series #1019 Little Bourke St

 

Upon the path where none need heed,
No rushing wheels, no steely steed.
A young man walks with head bowed low,
His gaze entranced in screen-lit glow.

Behind him trail, in measured pace,
Two ladies lost in mirrored grace.
Through silent streets their footsteps fall,
Yet none look up—no glance at all.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 776

Melbourne Candid Series #1018 Little Flinders Lane

 

With steadfast voice, he made his plea,
"Come, take a photograph of me!"
Amidst his task, with letters tight,
He stood with pride in morning light.

From mail truck’s side, he cast a grin,
As duty’s course he walked within.
A fleeting pose, a moment bright,
Captured swift in lens’s sight.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 775

Melbourne Candid Series #1017 Collins St

 

Through streets of gold where merchants call,
She wandered light ‘neath evening’s thrall.
With weary gaze and laden hands,
She left behind the bustling stands.

And as my shutter caught the scene,
Her eyes shut soft, lost in between.
Through heavy glasses, she turned away,
A fleeting ghost of spent-out day.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 774 and FACE OFF

Melbourne Candid Series #1016 Swanston St

 

The tram rolls forth through evening’s haze,
Its weary load in tight embrace.
With sighs and shuffles, hands hold tight,
As city hums in fading light.

Through clinking rails and crowded air,
The rush of feet is everywhere.
A daily tide, both fast and slow,
Through Melbourne’s heart, they come and go.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 773

Melbourne Candid Series #1015 Swanston St

Upon his brow, the shadows lay,
As if the night had stolen day.
His weary eyes, so dim, so worn,
Like stars that fade before the morn.

One glance might guess, with softened sight,
He’s wrestled long against the night.
Yet here he stands, though frail and deep,
A soul adrift on tides of sleep.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 772

Melbourne Candid Series #1014 Bourke St Mall

 

Upon a bench in city’s thrall,
Just off the path of Bourke St Mall,
A crusted roll in hand so tight,
With flavors rich and pure delight.

The crunch, the taste, a midday treat,
With herbs and spice both fresh and sweet.
A simple feast, yet none compare,
To Banh Mi savored in the air.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 771

Melbourne Candid Series #1013 Swanston St

 

Upon the green by knowledge grand,
A lively crowd takes rest at hand.
With meals in lap and laughter bright,
They bask beneath the noon’s warm light.

The books stand tall in silent keep,
As voices dance and moments steep.
A midday pause, so free, so fair,
As life and learning breathe the air.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 771