Yep, it’s that time again. The time I spend hours agonising over what to pack, and what not to pack, for a brickstameet, a LEGO photography trek around the streets of Melbourne.
As I’ve mentioned before, I live near the coast. I know the beaches, I know their tides, their cliffs and their light, and I know what works with them. Packing for a trip to the beach is easy. And even if I forget something, there’s only a short drive back home to gather the forgot, or there’s always the next day. Continue reading Packing Pickle
It’s brickstameet time again! And this time, we’re connecting more than just plastic bricks and taking photos of them. We’re connecting with our friend from across the ditch.
This Melbourne #brickstameet will have an international flavour. Well, maybe a “pineapple lumps” flavour from across the Tasman Sea?
We’re excited to have @harleyquin from New Zealand join us in Melbourne as we wander the streets shooting LEGO. Continue reading Connecting more than plastic bricks
The ultimate limitation
Last Sunday there was another Melbourne #brickstameet.
As I was packing Lego on the Saturday, with rain and hail pelting the roof, Shelly’s post about setting boundaries and limiting choices hovered over me. As every minifigures was placed in the container, her words “taking a less is more attitude” became louder. Continue reading Freed him from choice
Like an excited kid on Christmas morning, I woke an hour before my alarm was due to go off to get up for the #brickstameet.
As I began the two-hour trek to Melbourne, my excitement waned and was replaced with an unease. Continue reading Brickstameet
Little Figs in the Big Smoke
We live somewhat rural and very coastal. Rolling hills of grazing land meet low, wind-stunted heathland atop crumbling sandstone and vivid ochre cliffs that pierce the ocean-pummeled sand below. Continue reading No Country for Old Me
It’s quite the juggling act
I knew this would happen. I knew when I signed up to write for #stuckinplastic that this day would come. I remember telling Shelly it would happen. Continue reading Blocks in the Air