This made me think of my "blue-yellow" color-blind great grandfather. Essentially monochromatic vision. In the early 1900s in rural America, "window shopping" was a thing in small towns. So on those obligatory outings to window shop, he would remark, "Ain't that a purty red dress!" Like a clock that stopped ticking that is still right twice a day, eh? Why all that? I'm of the "red-green" school of color-blindness, and the "plum" swatches in the picture are... shades of gray! Just two.
Since words aren't literally "colors" in the visual sense, I'll contemplate the "Muses' banter" and eat a dark chocolate brownie...
This made me think of my "blue-yellow" color-blind great grandfather. Essentially monochromatic vision. In the early 1900s in rural America, "window shopping" was a thing in small towns. So on those obligatory outings to window shop, he would remark, "Ain't that a purty red dress!" Like a clock that stopped ticking that is still right twice a day, eh? Why all that? I'm of the "red-green" school of color-blindness, and the "plum" swatches in the picture are... shades of gray! Just two.
Since words aren't literally "colors" in the visual sense, I'll contemplate the "Muses' banter" and eat a dark chocolate brownie...
Hope it was delicious!😋