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About Laura B Scott Photography

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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)

Tag: ‘moving’

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 😉

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!


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