Gregory Ferrand

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Evolution by Gregory Ferrand

For most of us, how we assign color to an object depends on what we think the object “is” and what color it is supposed to be -- grass is green. What I now see, because I stared at it long and hard enough, was that the degree and tone of light changes the color we perceive it to be

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