I wander across the Yarra late one night and fleetingly wonder where this woman is headed.

I wander across the Yarra late one night and fleetingly wonder where this woman is headed.

I wander down little Collins St late one night … and there’s Chuckle Park inviting me in. I politely decline and keep wandering.

I wander past the Town Hall, and am greeted by sunflowers. Some of them are in the process of dying … but then again, aren’t we all?

I sit on the steps of the old Post Office, down one end of the Bourke St mall, and watch people watching people.

I was in Melbourne’s Bourke St mall last weekend, listening to Gareth, a fiercely talented pianist. I looked up and noticed this man on the edges of the crowd. The next day he was there again, listening to Gareth, hovering – drawn by the beautiful music, yet seeming reluctant to get too close.

Antony, from Paris, decided, at the age of 20, to travel the world. He’s now 23 and has been to 40 countries. When I asked his favourite, he listed about ten in quick succession.

Wherever he goes, Antony lays his map out, with photos of his travels around the edge, and waits for people to be curious enough to talk to him. There’s a cap for donations – to help support his journey – and it seems that that’s how he gets by. A crowd-funding scheme that’s quite low-tech. But what an adventure!

Good things come in threes – or so they say.

Who are ‘they’?
Buds
Curled tightly
Ready to bloom …
Symbolism

Urban scene.
I don’t generally do street photography, but I kind of liked the way the tree divided the scene so clearly.
