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The Bride

Horseluver411

Published: Jul 3, 2009

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Description

This is a shot I took of Marie by herself

Image size

2592x1944px 1.38 MB

Make

Canon

Model

Canon PowerShot S500

Shutter Speed

1/60 second

Aperture

F/3.5

Focal Length

13 mm

Date Taken

Jun 27, 2009, 2:27:50 AM

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Jul 3, 2009

Another spontaneous picture.

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