More Snow

It just doesn't seem to stop coming!

Photographing Food

Thanks to craigslist, I gave a second one-on-one photo lesson today with a woman who wanted to fine-tune her food photography. She writes a food blog and has been frustrated with her results. It was a really fun session, and I was especially pleased at the fact that Anna felt she had learned so much!

This is a quick pic I took with my camera. I only took two photos, actually. We really used her camera for the most part.

Statement from A Match.com Profile

I know that writing a profile on a dating site can be uncomfortable, but if I read one more which starts with "OK, so, here it goes..." or, "Describing yourself in one short paragraph is really hard but here it goes..." I will scream. You just wasted a whole sentence which could have been used on describing yourself.

This one cracked me up though - "Obviously I prefer those who are truly self aware of themselves."

I like guys who can self-edit their profiles themselves too. You know, ones who aren't redundant in their statements by repeating the same thing again in the same sentence?

And the answer your question, yes, I'm feeling sassy.

More Rumi!

Leyea gave me the OK to share these photos with you so here they are! There are more on my website, listed under "BIRTH: The Arrival of Rumi" under PORTFOLIOS.

The Arrival of Rumi

I got a call this morning around 6:30. One of my mom's was in labor. We had some snow over night and into the morning, but the roads weren't too bad. Despite being trapped behind a caravan of snowplows on the highway, and then getting lost trying to find my way on the Babson College Campus, I made it in time. It wasn't the marathon birth that I attended with Jeremiah. Leyea was so impressive, "Welcome, baby" she would say quietly, while having contractions. She gave birth to little Rumi while on the edge of her bed. The baby came out screaming good and strong.

I'll be posting more on the site once Ben and Leyea OK them.

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It's been a while since I've really written an entry. It's not that life is boring, it's just lacking story-telling, I think. I have been home in MA for three-and-a-half months now. Professionally, it has been difficult. I have been throwing ideas at the wall to see if they stick. Advertising to get portrait clients hasn't proven to be worth it, really. I will be teaching some courses in a few weeks, both in a continuing ed situation, and in a one-day seminar scenario. I'm not sure if I even enjoy teaching, but we'll see. I have been taking on photography clients for one-on-one sessions too. That starts tomorrow.

I have been scheduled to photograph a wedding. Actually, two people came to me to cover their wedding and the weddings were on the same day. How weird is that?! I'm interested in continuing with birth coverage, but it's tricky. Area birthing centers either do not want a photographer in their center or they are contracted with a company already - I'm pretty sure they just photograph the baby once they are no longer gooey and purple. Where's the fun in that?

My parents are going to hire me to photograph some of the architectural spaces they designed. I don't have much experience in architectural photography, so that should be interesting.

I miss what I do/did for a living. (If you're not making a living, I guess you're not actually doing it for a living anymore. Or, at least not for the time being). I entered random homes every day. Interacted with new people every day. I miss shooting every day. Every day.

And it's not the same to go out and simply find something to photograph. That's like when I would complain to mom that I was bored and she would say, "Well, I can think of plenty of things for you to do!" Doing chores doesn't fix the boredom. They're just chores.

Personally, life is different too. I love my friends here, of course, but they are in a different place than I am my FL friends were when I lived down south. Most of my friends here, aside from my one friend from FL who moved to Boston, are married and having children. It's a strange change from being surrounded by single friends in FL.

I have gone on a few dates since being home in MA. They were shrug-inducing, basically. And that's not to say they weren't perfectly nice people. It's just that I didn't want to hang out with them again.

Last week, I went on a date with a guy who seemed promising. It's rare that I meet someone who I genuinely find interesting. Very rare. After a few dates, he seemed cool. Then, ultimately, he just disappeared. I have a guess as to why (oh, I'm sorry, was I not interested in sleeping with you on our second date? Too bad so sad for you).

It's strange, this feeling that things just aren't going to go your way. Ever. I believe that it will, eventually. I mean, it kind of has too, right? Otherwise, what the fuck is the point? I just wonder how long it will take. I hope karma exists and I hope that jerk gets the clap. The tall, ivy-leaguer with a sense of humor turned out to be a grade-A a-hole. 'Does wonders for a girl's faith in others.

But still, I had a great time at my friend, Amanda's baby shower today. There were lots of people there who I haven't seen in nearly ten years. Friends from high school. And last night, I went in to Somerville to hear The Grown-Up Noise. A college acquaintance of mine, who is becoming a friend along with his wife, is the front man. It was really great.

'Made this recently - a new duvet cover from a cool tapestry I found at Target.

BIRTH; The Arrival of Jeremiah

Linda was kind enough to let me share some more pictures from the birth of her son!

You can see the whole collection by going to cydneyscott.com and selecting "Birth; The Arrival of Jeremiah" under the Portfolio drop-down at the top of the homepage.

The Wisdom Project

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