07-16-2022, 04:33 PM
If what you say is true, photographs taken on the dark side of the moon would have visible stars.
Look at the photograph on the cover of Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon. There are no stars.
sky is blue during the day? Gases in the atmosphere bend sunlight the way a prism or lense would to produce different colors.
Again, using Pink Floyd’s album cover as an example, it has a prism on it, but the background is black. There is a beam of light that splits into colors however. Pink Floyd can certainly be considered the NASA of prog rock, so these examples certainly must prove something.
I drove into Pahoa yesterday and witnessed people standing in the middle of business entrances where I needed to pass through, staring distantly into space, completely unaware of their surroundings. I watched shoppers try to navigate grocery store aisles looking for food in a manner comparable to our ancestors as they hunted and gathered, with much the same rate of success. I imagined if I put a stethoscope on some of their heads I’d hear the sounds of Pink Floyd playing, scratchy and tinny with pops and clicks as if it emanated from a distant vinyl record player, forever playing the B side.
It was daytime. The sky was cloudy.
Look at the photograph on the cover of Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon. There are no stars.
sky is blue during the day? Gases in the atmosphere bend sunlight the way a prism or lense would to produce different colors.
Again, using Pink Floyd’s album cover as an example, it has a prism on it, but the background is black. There is a beam of light that splits into colors however. Pink Floyd can certainly be considered the NASA of prog rock, so these examples certainly must prove something.
I drove into Pahoa yesterday and witnessed people standing in the middle of business entrances where I needed to pass through, staring distantly into space, completely unaware of their surroundings. I watched shoppers try to navigate grocery store aisles looking for food in a manner comparable to our ancestors as they hunted and gathered, with much the same rate of success. I imagined if I put a stethoscope on some of their heads I’d hear the sounds of Pink Floyd playing, scratchy and tinny with pops and clicks as if it emanated from a distant vinyl record player, forever playing the B side.
It was daytime. The sky was cloudy.