Nearing the end our our three night jaunt in Melbourne and BJ was starting to feel a little better. Fortunately (for all of us) he was finally retuning to the bright and cheerful baby we so adore. On our last night, we decided to walk down Bridge Street towards Richmond in the hopes of finding a nice little restaurant or cafe. RP was craving Italian which was lucky because it just happened to be the first restaurant we came across.
Earlier that day I had bought myself a new camera bag – an over the shoulder backpack which allows me to take the camera just about anywhere. I bought it because I was getting increasingly frustrated with my somewhat ancient camera box because it was never at hand when some of the best photo opportunities occurred. I agonized over the purchase for some hours, though I’ll never regret it because that night, as if by divine intervention, we came across this little nook somewhere on Bridge Street. As soon as I saw it I wanted to get pictures: the contrasting colours, the brickwork, the creeping fig – any photographers dream..