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Thursday, September 22, 2022

Melbourne Candid Series #91

 


Out of Woolies off Latrobe St

Canon 7D

EF 135mm f2 L


Latrobe St Candids



Wednesday, February 22, 2023

Melbourne Candid Series #244 Latrobe St Melbourne

 


Shopping Spree Latrobe St Melbourne

I would only do window shopping in CBD - everything is overpriced. 


Sonu A7RV

Laowa 9mm f5.6 


Candid 106




Tuesday, June 10, 2025

Melbourne Candid Series #1091 Latrobe St

 


Latrobe Street Evenings

On Latrobe Street, beneath the night’s soft sigh,
Where city lights like fireflies fly,
Three ladies sit where stories steep—
Outside the café, no time for sleep.

Steam curls from mugs of cocoa warm,
Their laughter weaves through twilight’s charm.
In shawls and smiles, the news they share
Dances gently in the brisk night air.

The trams hum low, the streetlights gleam,
Their words float out like part of a dream.
Between sips and secrets, time slips slow—
In Melbourne’s heart, under lamplight’s glow.


Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM


Check out Candid 847 and FACE OFF


Saturday, June 14, 2025

Melbourne Candid Series #1095 Latrobe St

 


On Latrobe Street where the echoes fall,
A winter hush cloaks over all.
A lady stands in noir attire,
Her voice a flame, her breath a fire.

Beneath her coat, the world grows still,
Each note she casts bends time and will.
Beside her, fingers strum the night—
A guitar sings of loss and light.

The city's pulse slows to her song,
A whispered place where hearts belong.
Footsteps pause in drifting air,
Drawn to music soft and rare.

In shadows deep, her chorus blooms,
A velvet sound that clears the gloom.
On Latrobe Street, the cold and gray
Are warmed by what her voice can say.


Sony A7RV 

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 851




Wednesday, June 18, 2025

Melbourne Candid Series #1099 Latrobe St

 


A flicker, a blur in black and white,
LaTrobe Street hums with ghostly light.
Figures drift through evening’s haze,
Like dreams that walk in city’s maze.

Costumes swirl in shadowed gleam,
Half-seen faces from a fevered dream.
Masks and laughter, heels that glide,
Through the grayscale pulse of Melbourne’s side.

Sequins shimmer, then disappear,
Caught in headlight ghosts that veer.
A cape, a crown, a tangled wig —
Moments vanish, faint and big.

No color names the scene tonight,
Just monochrome and borrowed light.
A party spills from time and street,
Where strangers in disguise all meet.

The tram-line hums a distant song,
While blurred legs dance the night along.
And memory holds what lens can't keep —
A moving dream, half-lost in sleep.


Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 855







Saturday, July 5, 2025

Melbourne Candid Series #1116 Latrobe St

 


A woman, smuck smile playing coy,
Threads the night on Latrobe’s ploy,
Beneath the argent veil of gloom,
She weaves through shadows, soft as bloom.

Her presence—ghostly chiaroscuro—
Etched in black and white’s soft furrow,
A fleeting waltz of light and shade,
Where time itself seems dimly swayed.

Behind her, silent, stilled in breath,
A man absorbs the night’s bequeath—
That sly curl, that knowing gleam,
A whispered riddle, half a dream.

On Melbourne’s street where darkness sighs,
She moves—a secret in his eyes.


Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM


Check out Candid 872


Monday, June 23, 2025

Melbourne Candid Series #1104 Latrobe St

 


On Latrobe Street, where night winds glide,
Three ladies sit on the porch outside.
Their laughter dances in the dusky air,
Beneath soft lamps with gentle stare.

By the bar, where windows breathe—
No glass to shield the night’s cool wreath—
Two ladies linger, drinks in hand,
Their voices hushed like ocean sand.

Melbourne hums a quiet tune,
Neon glow and silver moon.
Five souls in city’s evening gleam,
Framed in a poet’s fleeting dream.


Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM



Check out Candid 860





Sunday, June 15, 2025

Melbourne Candid Series #1096 Latrobe St

 


Off Latrobe Street, where dinners bloom
Beneath the dusk and city’s plume,
An older woman takes her throne
In outdoor chair, yet not alone.

Her voice is clear, the speaker loud,
It cuts between the dining crowd.
She leans with ease, no rush, no care,
Half in the talk, half in the air.

An ear pod rests in her left ear,
A modern thread to someone near.
But still she lets the world all know
The tale she spins, both fast and slow.

Forks are paused, then meals resume,
As laughter swims through twilight's bloom.
Among the chatter, she holds her own—
A queen of talk in her evening zone.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 852




Monday, June 16, 2025

Melbourne Candid Series #1097 Latrobe St

 


On Latrobe Street, where night chills bite,
A chap pulls on his jumper tight.
The breeze slips through the urban sprawl,
And winter whispers over all.

Beside him, in the lamplight's gleam,
Another sits, lost in his stream—
Of stories, laughs, a slanted grin,
A glass of spirit clutched within.

The clink of ice, the breath of gin,
The warmth that stirs somewhere within.
Though cold may creep through coat and bone,
He speaks as if he's not alone.

The city hums, the footfalls fade,
As if this moment's gently made—
Two friends, a street, the hour deep,
While Melbourne rocks itself to sleep.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 853



Friday, June 20, 2025

Melbourne Candid Series #1101 Latrobe St

 


He stands alone where night hangs low,
LaTrobe beneath a sodium glow.
A bearded face, both lost and tight,
Lit faintly by his phone’s pale light.

His fingers twitch, his eyes sink deep,
Into a screen that doesn’t sleep.
The city's hum just fades behind —
He’s scrolling through a restless mind.

The night moves on, but he stands still,
A shadow carved by aching will.
Addiction’s grip, both cold and kind,
Feeds silence to his wired mind.

The tram rolls past, a whisper gone,
But still he waits, still stares alone.
No message comes to break the spell,
Just endless scroll in digital hell.

A man, a street, a screen held tight,
Another soul blurred out by night.
And somewhere deep, beneath it all —
A human lost, still hoping to call.


Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 857






Wednesday, July 2, 2025

Melbourne Candid Series #1113 Latrobe St

 



Off LaTrobe Street, where trams glide past
And Melbourne hums its stories fast,
A window holds a quiet frame—
Two figures lit by candle flame.

Night presses soft against the glass,
As strangers in the dark hours pass,
But here, within this warm-lit cave,
A pause—the kind that silence gave.

He leans, his right hand props his face,
Time draped across him, slow and base.
Eyes half-lost in drifting thought,
In words unsaid or battles fought.

She bows her gaze toward the plate,
A woman caught in inward state.
The silver waits, the wine grows thin,
But she has turned somewhere within.

They do not speak; they do not smile—
They sit apart across the tile
Of linen white and shadows low,
Two souls in dinner's afterglow.

Outside, the city does not care,
It flickers, breathes, and fills the air.
But here—a stillness sharp and deep,
Like love that lingers, half-asleep.


Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 869




Thursday, June 26, 2025

Melbourne Candid Series #1107 Latrobe St

 


An elderly waiter, time etched in his frame,
Leans with a slant, a quiet, thoughtful claim.
His eyes scan patrons in the softly lit space,
Each face a story, each pause a grace.

By LaTrobe Street’s hum and fading light,
He watches the flow of day into night.
Years fold in shadows that crease his brow,
A witness to moments unfolding now.

Silent sentinel in this urban tide,
He holds the tales that patrons confide.
In his slanted stance, both worn and wise,
The pulse of the city behind his eyes.


Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 863





Tuesday, July 1, 2025

Melbourne Candid Series #1112 Latrobe St

 


Beneath a bleached and silent sky,
LaTrobe Street hums a mournful sigh—
The past, half-laced with soot and steam,
Unfolds itself like some half-waking dream.

He walks alone, a ciphered man,
In coat of dusk and twilight’s span;
A brimmed hat veils his spectral gaze,
A face half-lost in London's haze.

He bears the shape of myth unwound,
Of orphaned tales on hallowed ground,
And though no wand adorns his hand,
He moves as though he might command
The dust to lift, the bricks to speak,
The ghosts that gather once a week.

Behind him leans a weathered place,
A structure smudged with time’s embrace—
Its windows dull with decades’ grime,
Its arches carved by soot and rhyme.

He does not pause, nor glance behind,
A pilgrim stitched from page and mind.
Not Harry, no—but someone born
From ink, from fog, from books well-worn.

And all around, the grayscale clings,
As if to quiet magic’s wings—
Yet still he walks, and still we yearn,
For spells to stir, and clocks to turn.


Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 868



Tuesday, June 17, 2025

Melbourne Candid Series #1098 Latrobe St

 


Beneath the hush of Melbourne’s veil,
LaTrobe Street hums, a shadowed trail.
Neon whispers on pavement wet,
I chase the ping — the order’s set.

Through chilly air and tramlight gleam,
A silent city starts to dream.
My tires hum a steady song,
The night is quiet, deep, and long.

A streetlamp flickers, breath is steam,
This ride’s not easy, nor extreme.
Just hunger waiting, time to meet —
A warm meal flying through the street.

Backpack snug and phone aglow,
I dodge the late-night traffic flow.
A swipe, a tap, the route is near,
The quiet thrum of hunger's cheer.

No grand applause, no curtain call,
Just footsteps echoing off the wall.
But still I ride, in cold and dark,
A silent spark through city’s heart.

For every dish and doorstep light,
A rider carves the pulse of night.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 854






Tuesday, June 24, 2025

Melbourne Candid Series #1105 Latrobe St

 


Young voices rise in evening’s hush,
Chopsticks set down in curious rush.
At an outside table, city light fine,
They lift the glasses, taste Western wine.

Laughter spills with each small sip,
Red on their tongues, a cultural trip.
Eyes squint gently at bitter delight,
Strange and bold in Melbourne night.

On Latrobe’s edge, where stories blend,
Tradition and new world gently bend.
In clinking glass and shared surprise,
A toast to wonder under southern skies.


Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 861





Thursday, June 19, 2025

Melbourne Candid Series #1100 Latrobe St

 


On LaTrobe beneath the city’s glow,
Where midnight winds begin to blow,
Two shadows drift through silver air —
A pair unlikely, bold and rare.

The elder walks with practiced grace,
A powdered dream in satin lace.
Her gown — thick velvet, regal wide,
A princess lost, yet dignified.

She wears her age like royal thread,
Like Jennifer Coolidge, softly led,
A wistful spark behind her eyes,
A woman wrapped in old goodbyes.

Beside her steps a solemn guide,
A younger soul with priestly stride.
In robes of dark, with collar tight,
She walks like silence through the night.

The city watches, traffic sighs,
As time walks past in pale disguise.
A queen, a priest, a story spun,
Where streetlights blur and trams still run.

No need for reason, rhyme, or fame —
Just two in costume, none the same.
And in their pace, the world might see
A fleeting touch of mystery.


Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM



Check out Candid 856 and FACE OFF




Wednesday, June 25, 2025

Melbourne Candid Series #1106 Latrobe St

 


On LaTrobe Street where city hums and glows,
A lady walks, her footsteps soft and slow.
Her back to us, a bag swung by her side,
She moves with grace where bustling crowds reside.

Through glass and light of Melbourne’s evening gleam,
She enters in, a quiet, fleeting dream.
The restaurant’s warm doors part wide and clear,
Inviting her to moments held sincere.

In urban pulse where stories intertwine,
She walks unseen, a figure by design.
A glimpse, a step — the city’s gentle beat,
A dance of life where strangers and paths meet.


Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 862



Thursday, July 3, 2025

Melbourne Candid Series #1114 Latrobe St

 


From LaTrobe’s spine, a side street bends,
Where city’s edge and evening blends—
And there beneath the sodium light,
A gathering stirs the breath of night.

Outdoor tables, silver-clad,
Hold bowls half-full and glasses glad.
The diners speak in gentle rings,
Their laughter softened, fluttering wings.

But some have left their seats behind,
As if compelled by idle mind;
They drift among the chairs like breeze,
A loosened rhythm, aimless ease.

One lifts a glass, then walks away,
Another stands mid-thought, mid-sway—
As though the street itself might call
To taste the quiet in its thrall.

The waiters weave like ghosts through light,
Their trays afloat in charcoal night,
While overhead, the buildings lean
Like silent elders in between.

No haste, no hush—just human tide
That ebbs through Melbourne’s darker side.
A city’s pulse, low-lit, alive,
Where strangers sit, and stories thrive.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 870





Thursday, June 12, 2025

Melbourne Candid Series #1093 Latrobe St

 


Off Latrobe where city sighs,
a narrow shop in quiet lies.
The signs still blink, but softer now—
night has pressed its cooling brow.

Inside, two figures side by side
share sweet reflections, open-eyed.
A spoon dips slow through colors stacked:
green, red, gold beans gently packed.

"Three Traffic Lights," the menu said—
a playful name for what's been fed
through childhood lanes and summer's heat,
revived here on this quiet street.

The night leans in, the window's gloss
reflects them both in sugared loss,
as if the past had found a way
to join them in their glass parfait.

No need for talk, just taste and glance—
a small dessert, a brief romance
with memory, beneath the glow
of Melbourne’s hush and neon flow.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 849




Friday, July 4, 2025

Melbourne Candid Series #1115 Latrobe St

 


At night, just off LaTrobe’s long line,
Where windows glow with muted shine,
A restaurant hums with quiet grace—
A moment framed in time and place.

Inside, beneath the amber hue,
Where shadows soften every view,
An older woman nears a chair,
With silver thread upon her hair.

She moves with care, yet holds a light
That flickers gently in the night—
As if the years have bowed, not dimmed,
The quiet fire she keeps within.

A table waits—set four, not two—
With linen crisp and glasses dew,
And at its edge, a young man stands,
Delight cupped warmly in his hands.

His eyes are wide with welcome’s gleam,
His smile—a sun caught in a dream.
He greets her not with duty worn,
But joy, unpracticed and reborn.

And in that glance, a thread is tied,
Across the years, the lives, the tide.
No trumpet flares, no passer sees—
But something stirs, as soft as breeze.

For there, beyond the streetlight’s gleam,
Two hearts, in silence, start to dream.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

Check out Candid 871 and FACE OFF