Sentences with phrase «even under the bright lighting»

Not exact matches

By looking at the sky through such a crystal and then rotating it so the two images are equally bright, it's possible to spot the rings of polarized light that surround the sun, even under cloudy skies.

By mimicking the intricate visual system of a butterfly, researchers have created a camera that provides surgeons with both a traditional color image as well as a near - infrared image that makes fluorescently labeled cancerous cells visible even under bright surgical lighting.

To go along with the collection, Rousteing even designed his own Snapchat filter — something he refers to as «the world's first digital accessory» — that makes user's faces sparkle with flawless skin, bright doe eyes, glossy lips and camera - ready lighting, all under a subtle neon glow.

The missing radio that is going to cost $ 1,500 to replace, those worn seats and carpets, even the incorrect motor look great when it's a red blob under bright lights, especially if you have been bidding with the help of auction juice.

The device makes do with back light, hence it can be used with the utmost of ease for longer hours even under bright sunlight conditions and you get to have a completely strain free reading experience.

But the sunlight that couldn't be stopped shone on the red bread - box and on the bottle - green icebox and on the blue, marble - painted crock containing cucumber pickles and on the polished black enameled woodstove and on the pale blue safe with the pink floribunda roses painted on the two doors, and he watched all these take their true colors back to themselves and the faces of the men and Mrs. Parker take on the colors and shapes that they carried through daytime that were different from their faces at night under even the brightest light, somehow more supple and creased and softer really than at night, even if they looked more battered and old.

In a word, yes: the soiled bedsheet, empty vodka bottles and cigarette packets still feel like a dark period in life — even under the bright gallery lights.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

Even under close inspection, no color shading is evident in bright - light shots, such as the outdoor scene on the left.

I couldn't test out the new Face ID authentication myself without setting it up, but it was configured for one of Apple's demo assistants, and it worked every time he showed it off, even under the frenetic conditions and bright lights of the demo area.

Developers have also reported that the touchscreen uses technology that allows viewing the display vividly even under sunlight or bright lighting conditions.