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Flowers on the Wall

LMW-The-Poet

Published: May 12, 2014

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Description

2013
Pencil

Image size

2048x1536px 1.04 MB

Make

SAMSUNG

Model

SCH-U380

Shutter Speed

1/8 second

Aperture

F/2.6

Focal Length

3 mm

ISO Speed

400

Date Taken

May 30, 2014, 8:38:21 PM

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aSpirit-J

May 31, 2014

Nice idea!

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