I'm glad to have this clean unmarked copy of the magazine cover. This is going to be helpful for what's coming.
And I knew when it was published. I knew it was published in 2013 for the 50th anniversary. So, the fact that it has a date of November 25, 2013 doesn't surprise me in the least, nor was Barry unaware of it. And of course, it came out some days before the 25th in time for the anniversary, which was the whole idea.
And now to correct the punk:
No, the window frame is NOT reflecting the color of Jackie's dress. Window frames don't do that, and cameras don't capture that. Show me any other photograph from the entire history of photography in which a metal window frame acquired the color of an object that was near to it.
And you only have to think about it in terms of real life sans any camera. When has a window frame ever acquired the color of a nearby object to your naked eye? When did you ever say, "Hey, that window frame looks pink just like your dress; fancy that." The camera can't capture anything that your eyes can't see. Do you expect to see the color of another object infused into a window frame? Well, don't expect the camera to see it either. It's nonsense.
Here's a color picture of Jackie during the motorcade with the window frame nearby. Do you see it acquiring the pink of her dress?
There is some light reflection in spots, but there is no pink from her dress on the metal. The whole notion that a color like that could be imparted to the metal just from being close to her dress is ridiculous. And the notion that it could acquire a darker, richer, deeper version of the color than the source is even more ridiculous
Let's get something straight, punk: If you want to make this claim of metal trim picking up the deep, rich hues of nearby objects and being captured as such by cameras, then you need to get a camera out and demonstrate it. And you need to provide other examples of the phenomenon, and in photographs that have no relation whatsoever to the JFK assassination. Until you do that, you have established NOTHING.
Look at this image of Jackie in the limo.
Notice how far back the window goes. She has got her left hand resting on the ledge of the car behind the window, but imagine if she had it stuck out and was waving it. Where would her hand be in relation to the edge of the window. Her hand would be well in front of it, right? So, how could this be accurate if she were waving her left hand?
That was her preferred way of waving, to not extend her upper arm at all, but rather to just lift her forearm at the elbow. Compare it to this:
Huh. What a joke. She wasn't doing that. It wasn't her thing. And anyone with training in anatomy and biomechanics knows it isn't real.
Then, bpete tries to justify the green color on the boy's sleeve.
No, punk. You're just confusing the issue. Tinting is applied to windows. I don't know how they use the term in England where you are, but that's how we use it here. So, don't talk to me about tinting. That word is out. The small patch of green on the left is anomalous. It certainly was NOT on the boy's sleeve. It certainly was not on the glass. And there is no connection or association between the two things being compared above.
Keep in mind that this whole endeavor is rather pointless because the whole thing is a heavily photoshopped image. We can safely assume that the whole image was photoshopped, that most or all of the colors that we see were digitally enhanced (at the very least) or changed outright.
In other words, you can't assume that there is anything honest about any color in this picture.
The lady in the turquoise hat, do you think it was as boldly colored as that? That's what correlates with the errant color on the boy's sleeve- not what the punk pointed to.
The fact is that they get sloppy when they do this photoshopping.
And what about the green of the grass behind her head? Do you think the grass was that green? In late November?
My grass is never that green- at any time of the year.
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