Mentone Cafe
Canon 6D
EF 135mm f2 L
Melbourne Street Photography 101 is a black and white photo blog to encompass the candid photography in streets of Melbourne. Street people photography
I attempted 135mm fixed focal length to do a trial candid shoot in street. Quite a different perspective. The folks in camera club often told me not to use telephoto lenses in street photography.
Sony A7RV
FE 135mm f1.8 GM
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In front of Melbourne Museum
She is definitely a learner
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FE 135mm f1.8 GM
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(Same poem as yesterday)
A youth with mullet trailing wild,
A cap hung low, the city’s child,
Stood firm where footsteps throng and blur,
His violin his saboteur.
With rosined bow and eyes cast low,
He summoned tunes both fast and slow,
Each note a cry, a silver thread
Unspooling dreams the street had shed.
Behind him flowed the tram’s refrain,
Its bell a chime through smoke and rain,
While cars crawled past in tangled streams,
Oblivious to his stitched dreams.
He played not for applause or coin,
But for the world he might rejoin—
Where echoes rise through autumn's breath,
And songs outlive the hush of death.
Bourke watched in greys and neon hue,
As music flared and nightfall grew.
The crowd passed by, then circled round—
A boy, a bow, defying sound.
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FE 135mm f1.8 GM
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Off Menton Beach, Melbourne
Canon 7D
EF 135mm f2
Dad used to love beach fishing, getting flat heads or brims. They are great for fish stock.
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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.
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FE 135mm f1.8 GM
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He actually tried to sell me a model of Sabre from Manga series. He wanted 250 AUD. I did not buy it in the end.
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FE 135mm f1.8 GM
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She stands beneath a canopy of blurred light,
a figure half-in shadow, half-in bloom,
her painted face a quiet testament
to all the souls she carries in her voice.
The microphone rests loosely in her hand,
as though the song is not commanded
but coaxed from somewhere deep
a place where memory drifts like smoke.
Flowers crown her—soft, defiant
petals bright even in monochrome,
framing eyes that look past the living,
toward stories only the heart can hear.
In the hush between breaths
she becomes a bridge:
between sorrow and celebration,
between the weight of earth
and the lightness of release.
And the bokeh world behind her dissolves,
a constellation of quiet witnesses,
while she sings not to be seen
but to be felt
a single voice rising
through the tender dark.
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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