When I try to colorize or to remove a color screen, I’m usually dealing with one person and a simple backdrop like a wall or a bedsheet. I sometimes (not always) get it right, and it doesn’t take that long. In contrast, some of these required a lot of work to colorize. The coronation of QE2, for example, involves hundreds of people. Of course, nobody is around to say, “my scarf was yellow that day, not orange,” so the colorist is allowed plenty of artistic license, but he or she must still be the world’s most patient person, unless they figured out a way to get AI to do it quickly.
A Collection Of Historical Photos Beautifully Brought To Life With Color
Not relevant to this but the “Well, I’ll be” of the day:
“The televangelist Jimmy Swaggart, Jerry Lee Lewis’s cousin, claimed that he only came to believe fully in demon possession upon beholding an unhinged Jerry Lee in primal rockabilly mode.”
From a WSJ review of ” Carl Perkins, the King of Rockabilly” (Jeff Apter
So Jerry Lee was possessed by Satan? I guess that could explain his wedding to a child, his first cousin (once removed), when he was already married to another woman.
It has been alleged that at the time of their wedding, cousin Myra still believed in Santa!
So, yeah, I guess Satan could have taken possession.
Meanwhile, Jerry Lee’s cousin, Jimmy “Crybaby” Swaggart, remains near death after cardiac arrest. He married his wife when she was 15, so he’s got that going for him, which is nice.
Lincoln and McClellan despised each other. McClellan didn’t like to “engage” which is kinda what you do in war, eh. Nov. 5, 1862 Mclellan was relieved of his command, Commander of the Army of the Potomac. Digressing …
The man who could have won the war in one afternoon at Antietam. With a shout out to the corps commander who spent hours attacking a bridge over a creek perfectly fordable (mid-thigh on me- I’m 6’0″) when I went out there in late August around 40 years ago. Of course, that corps commander, Burnside, was the next head of the Army of the Potomac commander and damn near got my great-great-grandfather killed in the next battle at Fredericksburg.