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buttons-and-bicycles

Published: Oct 8, 2012

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Description

I wish i'd taken this sooner, it's spontaneous and natural and a good conceptual portrait.

Image size

4272x2848px 1.5 MB

Make

Canon

Model

Canon EOS 1100D

Shutter Speed

1/128 second

Aperture

F/7.1

Focal Length

55 mm

ISO Speed

100

Date Taken

Oct 8, 2012, 12:20:23 AM

Lens

EF-S18-55mm f/3.5-5.6 III

Sensor Size

22mm

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