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RantMedia Frosted Glass Water

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cdooginz
Published: Apr 6, 2010
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RantMedia Frosted Glass Water
Image size
1280x960px 1.17 MB
Make
CASIO COMPUTER CO.,LTD.
Model
EX-S5
Shutter Speed
10/1250 second
Aperture
F/3.1
Focal Length
6 mm
ISO Speed
100
Date Taken
Mar 23, 2009, 9:00:15 PM
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