As I leafed through some of my old photographs, one image of the Melbourne Old Gaol caught my eye again, its composition strange and particular in a way I hadn’t noticed before. The gaol, standing with its weathered bluestone walls and iron-bound doors, exudes a peculiar, almost spectral presence—an air both solemn and unsettling. Built in the mid-19th century, it was a place meant to contain the restless and the condemned, a grim monument to law and order in a city still finding its shape. Over the years, its shadowed corridors and austere courtyards have absorbed whispers of history: convicts pacing in silence, the muffled clank of keys, and stories of lives paused behind stone walls. In my photographs, these echoes seem to linger, as if the gaol itself has become a keeper of memory, its eerie aura captured through the lens, awaiting the gaze of anyone willing to peer into its past.
Sony A7RV
Laowa 9mm f5.6
Linking Treasure Tuesday
