Self-development during toy safari

It is so personal and yet I want to share it. My first safari was so magical and awesome, I couldn’t have imagined it better. The awesomeness took me by surprise. Although I read all the posts about past safaris and how amazing they were, I was still not prepared for the reality of it.

For the first time in my life seeing other people posing toys in front of a camera, talking about toys, talking about other toy photographers that I only follow on Instagram… It made everything that I only knew online so real. Continue reading “Self-development during toy safari”

Having fun with little pieces of plastic in Czech republic. So far, my dog haven’t eaten a single Lego piece. And I haven’t stepped on one.

Post Safari Blues

Can you relate?

Do you know that certain feeling you get after a toy safari?
This emptiness?
The bleakness?
Sadness?
Boredom?
Or annoyance?
Weirdness maybe?
This feeling of being out of place?
Demotivation?
Laziness?
Like you woke up from a dream and you don’t know what’s happening?
Being all over the place and nowhere at the same time?
This cold inside?
Exhaustion? Continue reading “Post Safari Blues”

Having fun with little pieces of plastic in Czech republic. So far, my dog haven’t eaten a single Lego piece. And I haven’t stepped on one.

Excited for my first toy safari!

In a week, I’ll be in Paris

As the date for the Paris toy safari draws near, I get more and more excited and nervous.
There is a plan to go to Disneyland, yay!
There will be so many great photographers!
I will be a part of something I have only seen on the internet that looked so fun! What if it will be weird?
Will my stomach with allergy behave?
Which toys should I take?
What weather should I expect?
Who are these people I will meet?
Why am I doing this again?
I decided to reply to that last question because I have no answer for the rest of them.

Me & my travelling crew
Me & my traveling crew

Continue reading “Excited for my first toy safari!”

Having fun with little pieces of plastic in Czech republic. So far, my dog haven’t eaten a single Lego piece. And I haven’t stepped on one.