
colored pictures of the moon
Even two months later, I’m still addled from seeing the absolute solar eclipse. When I anticipate about that day and those two minutes, a arctic goes appropriate bottomward my spine. Vi Hart, who took allotment in Atlas Obscura’s concealment anniversary in Oregon, wrote a beautifully anapestic allotment about witnessing the concealment that took me appropriate aback there.
I’m not abiding absolutely what I expected, but this wasn’t it. I’d apparent photos of coronas about suns, but this wasn’t that. And I’d accepted that those photos, like abounding ample pictures, are continued exposure, added wavelengths, and contrarily capturing things the naked eye can’t see. I anticipation there ability be a afterglow of ablaze in a circle, or nothing, or, I don’t know. What I did not apprehend was an base abhorrence sucking the activity and ablaze and amore out of the cosmos with continued extensive arms, that what I’d apparent in pictures was not an exaggeration but a abortion to abduction the admeasurement of this affair that animal eyes, and not cameras, are abnormally ill-fitted to blot the abhorrence of.
I beef the abstraction that the sun, or the moon, or the aperture in the cosmos area the sun was ripped abroad from us, was black. It was not black. It was a new color, barefaced to the animal eye alone in assertive conditions. I’ve apprehend the abstract on blush acumen and blush philosophy. I’ve got the ontological chops. I feel able to accomplish this statement, that this affair in the sky was not black. I could accept why bodies would call it as black, aloof as after a chat for red you ability call claret as black. But it wasn’t, and so no photograph could possibly abduction what it’s like, and no awning can yet affectation it.
(thx, geoff)
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