"Its been over a month since my wedding and after looking AGAIN at all of my wonderful pictures that you took for us, I find myself completely drawn back into every moment like it was happening all over again....its not the video that i keep coming back to, with all of its sound and movement, but your brilliant photography! It speaks for itself and has its own motion that makes me relive the day over and over in all of its magnificence!
Friday, October 30, 2009
Kudos
I was reminded today about the power of words. The power of a person taking a moment to share their thoughts with someone else. I recieved a Facebook Wall Comment on my photography page from Laurie, a bride whose wedding I photographed this past summer. Her taking a moment to write me made my evening, and possibly my week...
"Its been over a month since my wedding and after looking AGAIN at all of my wonderful pictures that you took for us, I find myself completely drawn back into every moment like it was happening all over again....its not the video that i keep coming back to, with all of its sound and movement, but your brilliant photography! It speaks for itself and has its own motion that makes me relive the day over and over in all of its magnificence!
"Its been over a month since my wedding and after looking AGAIN at all of my wonderful pictures that you took for us, I find myself completely drawn back into every moment like it was happening all over again....its not the video that i keep coming back to, with all of its sound and movement, but your brilliant photography! It speaks for itself and has its own motion that makes me relive the day over and over in all of its magnificence!
Friday, October 23, 2009
Yuckadabugg!
My dad just sent me this link. He's sitting in his office across the hall and when I clicked over, my reaction was to yell "Yuckadabugg!"
Which brings me to a funny story from when my brother was little and not really talking yet. My parents were in Switzerland, with him, and pregnant with me. As my dad tells it, Christopher, who was taking his sweet laid-back time learning to talk, could barely say, "Mama" or "Dada". When they arrived at my aunt and uncle's house, he wandered into the bathroom, peered into the tub and hollered, " Yuckadabugg!" My parents had no idea what he was hollering about, until they joined him in the bathroom and saw what he was yelling for them to look at - there was a large bug in the tub.
Apparently my brother chose to start with complete sentences.
"Yuckadabugg!"
Which brings me to a funny story from when my brother was little and not really talking yet. My parents were in Switzerland, with him, and pregnant with me. As my dad tells it, Christopher, who was taking his sweet laid-back time learning to talk, could barely say, "Mama" or "Dada". When they arrived at my aunt and uncle's house, he wandered into the bathroom, peered into the tub and hollered, " Yuckadabugg!" My parents had no idea what he was hollering about, until they joined him in the bathroom and saw what he was yelling for them to look at - there was a large bug in the tub.
Apparently my brother chose to start with complete sentences.
"Yuckadabugg!"
Drug Overdose?
My friend Shannon shared this via Facebook and I just had to pass it along. Too funny!
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Spy Photo Lesson
I have spent the last six weeks or so watching the entire Alias series over again. I did this last year, too. I finished it last night, and as Sydney and her family walked peacefully into the sunset with Agent Dixon, I couldn't (and still can't) help but feel a pang of loss. It became a nightly routine for me. And when you get so engrossed in the characters, it's hard to not be disappointed when they're no longer are around.
Remember when you were a kid, you would watch the same thing over and over again? Listen to the same music (well, I guess that's still true), play the same games? I guess when you get older, that's not so acceptable. Not that anyone would know that I am watching the whole thing again right after I finished it last night, but really, I would probably blog about the absurdity of doing so. So, I won't. But really, what's stopping me? How could I not want to watch the budding relationship between Jennifer Garner and Michael Vartan's characters all over again, and find myself wondering Now, were they still dating in real life at this point? Or are they really having to fake it on the show because they have broken up by now in real life? Oh the tension!
Today, I met a student at a Starbucks where a gave him a photography lesson. I laughed to myself on the way there. Having not met this person before, I had him describe himself in one of his emails. Really, I just needed him to clarify whether he was male or female, because he had a name a Turkish name I was not familiar with. I knew who I was looking for, but I couldn't help but take it to a different scenario further in my head. A spy scenario.
I'll approach him while wearing my blond wig and stilettos and say in a thick southern accent, "It's a beautiful day to take some photographs"
And he'll respond "Only if your in San Paulo."
Then, I'll know I've met my contact. Cause that's how spies do it.
But, I'm not a spy and he waved when he saw me come in with a camera on my shoulder. I'm grateful for that. I don't like high heels.
Remember when you were a kid, you would watch the same thing over and over again? Listen to the same music (well, I guess that's still true), play the same games? I guess when you get older, that's not so acceptable. Not that anyone would know that I am watching the whole thing again right after I finished it last night, but really, I would probably blog about the absurdity of doing so. So, I won't. But really, what's stopping me? How could I not want to watch the budding relationship between Jennifer Garner and Michael Vartan's characters all over again, and find myself wondering Now, were they still dating in real life at this point? Or are they really having to fake it on the show because they have broken up by now in real life? Oh the tension!
Today, I met a student at a Starbucks where a gave him a photography lesson. I laughed to myself on the way there. Having not met this person before, I had him describe himself in one of his emails. Really, I just needed him to clarify whether he was male or female, because he had a name a Turkish name I was not familiar with. I knew who I was looking for, but I couldn't help but take it to a different scenario further in my head. A spy scenario.
I'll approach him while wearing my blond wig and stilettos and say in a thick southern accent, "It's a beautiful day to take some photographs"
And he'll respond "Only if your in San Paulo."
Then, I'll know I've met my contact. Cause that's how spies do it.
But, I'm not a spy and he waved when he saw me come in with a camera on my shoulder. I'm grateful for that. I don't like high heels.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Silver Clay benefit
Here's a little snippet of video clips I shot of the Leukemia Lymphoma Society Benefit held at Silver Clay on Friday night. My work is on the wall in the last clip!
Silver Clay Fabulous Gifts and Studio Fund-Raiser from Cydney Scott on Vimeo.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Stand Up and Cheer
Even though I always thought the Marching 110 was just LOUD all the time, it's still fun to hear this from the OU Homecoming weekend event....
And I still remember the words to it!
Stand Up and cheer!
Cheer loud and long for old Oh -hiiiii - Oh!
For tooooooday we raise
the green and white above the rest!
Our boys are fighting, and they're about to win this fray
We've got the team
We've got the steam
For this is old Oh- hiiiii- oh's daaaaaaay!
And I still remember the words to it!
Stand Up and cheer!
Cheer loud and long for old Oh -hiiiii - Oh!
For tooooooday we raise
the green and white above the rest!
Our boys are fighting, and they're about to win this fray
We've got the team
We've got the steam
For this is old Oh- hiiiii- oh's daaaaaaay!
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
Nostalgic
I have many many things to get done today, but I am feeling compelled to write. I went on Facebook today and there was a brief video on the Ohio University's Alumni page of rain. Just rain on the campus' "Athens Block" etched bricks. It made me desperately nostalgic and sent me to the photo collection on the page.
Now I am thinking about the breaded mushrooms from Suflaki's that my roommate Kristen and I used to order from our freshman year dorm room. I'm thinking about how at this time every year, I consistently lost my voice from allergies. I think about visiting there and how we would be those people - those thoughtful thirty-somethings that show-up to their freshman year dorm room to commiserate, with two eighteen-year-olds blinking at the old people who miss the cinder block walls and the movable beds.
Running through the streets of Athens in the pouring rain to get some fast food and catch a movie, we learned quickly the skill which was required to move on the wet streets, all cobblestone and brick, and not slip on them. I managed to do so my entire college career until, I kid you not, the night before I graduated. I was running in the rain to a friend's house for a midnight toast in celebration of our impending deadline when I slipped and rode on my bare knees on those cobblestone streets, for quite a few feet. When I got to the friend's house, she sat me down and crouched in front of me, carefully cleaning out my severe scrape and taking out all the little rocks which had embedded themselves.
Really, I could go on. Not about falling and shredding my knees, but the about my incredible college experience. Living with seven other people my junior year, studying my ass off, co-hosting parties, the beauty of the campus itself and the feeling of just being there and being a part of the living breathing thing that is university life.
Now I am thinking about the breaded mushrooms from Suflaki's that my roommate Kristen and I used to order from our freshman year dorm room. I'm thinking about how at this time every year, I consistently lost my voice from allergies. I think about visiting there and how we would be those people - those thoughtful thirty-somethings that show-up to their freshman year dorm room to commiserate, with two eighteen-year-olds blinking at the old people who miss the cinder block walls and the movable beds.
Running through the streets of Athens in the pouring rain to get some fast food and catch a movie, we learned quickly the skill which was required to move on the wet streets, all cobblestone and brick, and not slip on them. I managed to do so my entire college career until, I kid you not, the night before I graduated. I was running in the rain to a friend's house for a midnight toast in celebration of our impending deadline when I slipped and rode on my bare knees on those cobblestone streets, for quite a few feet. When I got to the friend's house, she sat me down and crouched in front of me, carefully cleaning out my severe scrape and taking out all the little rocks which had embedded themselves.
Really, I could go on. Not about falling and shredding my knees, but the about my incredible college experience. Living with seven other people my junior year, studying my ass off, co-hosting parties, the beauty of the campus itself and the feeling of just being there and being a part of the living breathing thing that is university life.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Unreal!!!
COMBO a collaborative animation by Blu and David Ellis (2 times loop) from blu on Vimeo.
COMBO a collaborative animation by Blu and David Ellis (2 times loop)
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Hermit Crab Race
Fun from the cape, which I meant to post long ago. I particularly love Lilly at the very end, giving her crab a talking to...
Untitled from C.M. Scott on Vimeo.
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