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About Laura B Scott Photography

Welcome to the blog!

I am a northwest Florida based photographer & artist. My two dogs & I love to travel & photograph new interesting people. My favorite things include the outdoors, hiking, chocolate chip cookies, a comfy down comforter (any time of year!), and flip flops!

Here you will find posts from my adventures & travels, both personally & professionally. Since I love to travel, do not hesitate to ask about any destination. Special discounts are available for Philadelphia, PA, Charleston-Myrtle Beach, SC areas & San Diego, CA destinations.

I also own an online handmade gift shop with my mom, featuring many different types of lovely & unique jewelry, pottery & home decor. (link at bottom of the blog)

Archive: ‘City Life’

People Are Dirty { City Life }

Monday, April 20th, 2015

So it’s been a few weeks since I relocated back to Pennsylvania – eek wait! A month! It has been a whole month already that I have been living in Manayunk! Time flies faster as you get older doesn’t is??

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Well after having spent so much time living by the beach or on the burbs/lake area, getting back into the swing of city life means there are some things that you have to get comfortable with again – the noises, the cars & traffic, the people walking past your windows all hours of the day & night. And one more less than obvious realization.

People are dirty.

When looking at places around town in February there were piles of snow on the ground – aka (and what I learned as) the place where street trash hibernates. And now the snow has melted and there are little piles of trash along the side of the road everywhere. It is on the sidewalks,  in people’s flower beds and trapped inside the corners of their chain link fences.

Let’s be honest. No one wants to pick up trash if it’s not theirs.   I got news for you all – it is OURS. And picking up trash floating down the street is not disgusting. Just wear gloves and wash your hands, people. What is gross is seeing it pile up over time and just leaving it there.  For example, I watched my neighbor who I have not met, walk over a pile of leaves and trash everyday down her sidewalk that runs behind our little yard. How she can stand stepping over that everyday 6x a day is something I will not understand. It would take 2 minutes of her day, a broom and dustpan to toss it into the trash can that sits right there. To each his own I guess.

And I am sorry if this is harsh or a bit complainy. (I know that’s not a word).  I think I was spoiled living on the west coast and southern beach areas where the environment is a topic close to everyone out there. Recycling and trash cleanup is not something beach towns and cities ignore or are above doing themselves. It is just part of everyday life there. You see trash blowing down the street, you throw it out or it ends up in the ocean and lakes (and wash your hands).

Rather than complain about it, I put on some garden gloves and swept the trash along our fence into a bin. To keep it out (and add some privacy) I added a bamboo fence to the old one chain link. (pictures later) At least now the trash will stay on the street. (although  I have been keeping it clean outside my fence and regularly find myself sweeping up broken glass when it is near my car. Maybe I will inspire the neighbors to do the same. (wishful thinking? )

Dirt Does Not Stay Outside.

I have dogs. So regular vacuuming of carpets is an unfortunate must.  But when I move into a new place, I like to get rid of that “other people” smell as quickly as possible. This means I clean top to bottom.  The apartment was freshly painted (thank you, Fred) so that was one less lengthy job for the list. But everything else needs a good scrub – bathroom, kitchen, every cabinet & closet shelf, and of course the windows!  And man that might be my least favorite to clean.  How does one get so much ick on the inside of a window?? Perhaps years of tenants saying ‘that’s not my dirt’ and avoiding it.  I, however, ordered some super nice curtains (on sale at West Elm that I took the train to get) and I could not bring myself to hang them over years of dirt and snotting stuff/dog nose art. So about 2hrs, a roll of paper towels, half bottle of windex, a sponge, dirty tub and a half glass of wine later (just one since ladders are involved here) and all but 3 window blinds have been cleaned inside and out!  (I’m being lazy about the last 3 blinds since I don’t have any curtains for them yet)

And finally I feel like this place has been vanquished of the ‘other people smell’ and is ready to be lived in!

Maybe I’m a little OCD or something but if you do these things too, don’t be afraid to tell us all about your ‘new home’ cleaning habits in the comments below. It would make me feel better not to be the only one 😉

Taking the Train Like A Big Girl { Septa Adventures }

Thursday, April 2nd, 2015

I am so excited to be decorating out a new place and have so many ideas about how! (see some of my inspirations here and here) And as there are many cute shops in Manayunk which I have yet to explore – there are things I need (ok want) that I must go downtown for. So the question was – to drive and pay $20 to park OR try out the train system for less than half the price.

I opted for the train system – gotta learn the tracks some day why not on a sunny late morning ride! Using the sorta trusty google transit app – off I went . . . .

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After sitting on the wrong side of the tracks for a few minutes, I made a mad dash down the stairs and up the correct side.  Then I sat for about ten minutes before realizing I forgot to actually buy a ticket behind the little door labeled – ‘tickets’,  I made the train just in time.  (then learned I can actually buy a ticket on the train) I still can’t figure out how they know who paid and who hasn’t?

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It was a gorgeous and sunny day downtown.  I got the curtains I wanted from West Elm (will share in a later post) and had myself some lunch and sat in Rittenhouse square for old times sake.  (Note to self for next time – wearing a backpack is not as embarrassing as trying to lug a heavy bag of curtains in a paper bag that got soggy on the bottom from a leaky water bottle.)

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Was I suppose to leave this on the train?

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I missed the next train home by about a full ten minutes. Guess I better figure out what everyone else around here already has about the trains – like umm where Suburban station actually is?  So I got home a little later than expected but it is always nice to come to some smiling doggy faces and happy wagging tails!

This place is starting to feel like home :)


Welcome Back To Philly

Saturday, March 28th, 2015

I wasn’t sure about moving back to Philly. It was not something that I originally considered. I felt more – been there done that about it for years. I left Philly because I was over it- the noise, the lack of trees, the dirt, the people.  I just needed a change. And so the moving adventures began. (and that’s a whole lot of other stories)   My visit from last summer got me thinking (and missing) Philadelphia.  Panama City was just too rural for me. But I knew that with the dogs and with my love of outdoors I could not live without having my own private outside space.  I also like a more laid back & quieter environment than downtown.  After some research, talking with my brother & a hours spent on craigslist – Manayunk seemed like the best choice.  I am happy to report so far it is! There are places with small yards available, parks and trees and walking trails all around us. Plus we are a short walk or hilly bike ride to restaurants and shops and the bustle of people. 

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The Drive

I didn’t stop to take any photos this time. We were trying to stay ahead of the rainstorms.  Plus I have done this drive before and just kinda wanted to get it over with. The move itself wasn’t too bad. Two long days of driving with 2 dogs & a car loaded with stuff- over 17hrs. (Thank you to my best friend, Sean, for flying down to load & drive the truck. Could not have done it without you!!)  The dogs are great road trippers, with hours/weeks of travel over the years under their collars. I am a little proud to say they have seen (or slept through) more of this country than most people.  So they were great in the car – not a complaint out of them.  I think they could feel my excitement as we got closer to our final exit. I turned the radio up when I heard my jam and started to sing along.

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Then there was suddenly traffic . . . a dead stop . . . urgh . . . with only 3 miles until our exit & with my trusty helpers (thanks again boys! – Chuck, Adam, Brandon & Chad) all waiting to help unload.  But not to worry! I kept singing, as the car next to me knows, and taking snapshots out the window.2015-03-22 15.46.41

The Unload

Once we arrived the truck was unloaded swiftly. It’s hard to believe that two days of loading took less than an hour to unload!  And I should have taken a photo of the amount of boxes I was left sorting through the next few days. You all would laugh.But the first night I was just too exhausted from looking for a box – any box – labeled towels & sheets to even look for my phone or camera right then. I would have even used a dish towel at that point has I come across them first.

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Things I’ve Learned

I awoke the next morning to birds chirping outside & a bunch of texts asking if how I faired our first night – whether I had slept.

Like a rock. thank you!

But somehow the boxes, over night, seemed to have multiplied.  And I quickly learned that no matter how well you label your boxes, after being all dumped together in one room, you will tear them open to see what’s inside – just in case there is something you will need right away – and even when the box is labelled photo albums. Not a necessity. Must stay on task.

Also umm when you have stuff in storage for any amount of time – it smells funny. Luckily I was smart enough not to have anything fabric besides some dish towels that required rewashing. However – all your kitchenware will need to be washed. For me this meant by hand since I no longer have a dishwasher.  And man do I have a lot of kitchen stuff! Needless to say I don’t think I need anything for my kitchen for Christmas ever again. (three days later it was all washed and found a home)

There are so many things to do to get settled around here! Some of them are not fun – finding a grocery store, dentist, veterinarian, remembering names of streets & starting to stock up on goods, cleaning previous tenant dirt up & relearning how to parallel park.

There was also a toothbrush incident – where my toothbrush managed to fall in the small space between the sink and the wall. Covered in old grime – forcing me to find a late night local store to walk to.

But there is also fun stuff – walking the neighborhood (finding the canal path), meeting neighbors, finding great local restaurants to walk to, decorating, trips to Ikea and target, seeing old friends and meeting new, art festivals and farmers markets and shopping at great little local finds!

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I am excited about this new adventure we are on! I will keep sharing our stories along the way! Have a happy day!

This Isn’t My First Rodeo

Saturday, February 28th, 2015


If you had asked me 10 years ago if I would ever move back to the northeast again, I would have laughed and then complained about the bad weather & the grumpy attitudes of the people. I would have also pointed out that it no longer felt like home and I was done with it.  But in the last year or so things have changed for me.  My visits to Philly were fun. I spent time reconnecting with family & old friends and filling my belly with good food.  The city has changed – new buildings, stores, restaurants & new activities. There is a new energy there.

I’ve decided I want to be part of it.

So my last trip to Philly was actually not for fun & food (although I managed to sneak a few good meals with friends via Whiskey Village & Lazaro’s )  I spent the long weekend looking at as many apartments in this area as I could schedule in one weekend (10+).   And man did I forget how frustrating that can be.

I got lucky with my last few places – they just sort of happened. This time I decided to go it alone (no roommate) and go with a smaller budget to help with savings and allow me to travel more.  Sounds simple enough. But when you get spoiled having a nice kitchen, laundry and lots of storage, it’s not so easy to replace that in a city that’s old.


Where to begin . . . there was the ‘weird layout apartment’ with exits from both the hallway and the bedroom. It had a big decent kitchen but an odd plastic shower and a tiny living room with a doorbell in it.

Then there was the dark brown 3rd floor apartment with only one! closet. It had a kitchen smaller than the bathroom, no where to put a table & the laundry was in the living room. Guess I know why there were no photos online. Oh and it smelled like cats. aka the ‘cats apartment’.

There was the ‘dark basement apartment’ -great kitchen space, lots of closets but no windows. The ‘ all utilities include apartment’ had no laundry or outdoor space & was in a weird location.  There was also the apartment I ‘never actually saw’ who cancelled on me when I got there after rescheduling & confirming 5x.


Then the ‘garage apartment’ with the landlord who said he was ok with dogs on the phone, but then I got there he wasn’t really. The 2 bedroom ‘window apartment’ was nice. It had great hardwood floors, a  big window and parking in the back.  But the location was noisy from traffic echoing around the hill.


One of my favorites was the ‘boring house’ It would be hard to pass up having a whole house to myself. It had a big yard and hardwood floors – two of my ‘would love to haves’. But I know that that landlord isn’t going to fix things around there that needed it – (broken back door, cracked countertop & the too gross for words laundry area).  This was going to be up to me. But it’s a whole house!



And last but not least was ‘Fred’s Place’. It was old. It had dirty carpeting, a small crappy kitchen & bathroom. The yard wasn’t really a yard – rather it’s a porch with grass/sidewalk around & a broken chain-link fence. The building is old (did I mention that?) with that all the things that are wrong with a place that tons of people have lived in over the century. It’s street parking & has neighbors above. And not a full house all to myself.

I am under no pressure to decide. I am a freelance agent as far as where I live and when I move. So picking the right place that feels like home is important. So to decide . . . .

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Since I graduated high school, I have lived in 4 different states, 3 different coasts, 9 different apartments/houses but never changed my cell number.  I know what I am looking for in a place. This is not my first rodeo.  I know how to relocate. I know how those apartment/house hunters feel when weighing pros and cons. And I know there is always one that will stand out in your mind. The one place that you see potential & can picture all your stuff in.

For me ultimately that was ‘Fred’s Place’.

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I know. I know. How could I give up a house to myself and a yard for the dogs?

It came down to character & location. (plus it would save me $1700 a year)

I saw this place the second day of my trip.  Every apartment I saw after was compared to this space.  I instantly had ideas on how I was going to make this my own.  The landlord seemed straight forward – how I like it.  The lease is one year then month to month. This of course appeals to my nomadic spirit. The previous tenant was an artist – who apparently had more that one DIY fails the landlord was attempting to undo – stick down flooring that wasn’t measured correctly, bright orange kitchen cabinets, a royal blue bathroom, spray paint on the basement floor– to each his own I guess. But I can see her inspiration. The place has potential with its tall windows & ceilings that allow natural light, and the large porch & fenced area will be nice for the dogs to hang out. Plus with a full basement & laundry I have plenty of storage space and room for larger projects.

If you can’t tell, I’m excited!  My move in date is only a few weeks away!! I plan to share all my DIY projects here on the blog . So stay tuned!


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