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Just Around the River Bend

ash4love

Published: Oct 22, 2009

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Description

Olentangy River...practically in my backyard.

Image size

3968x2976px 2.63 MB

Make

OLYMPUS IMAGING CORP.

Model

FE5010,X915

Shutter Speed

10/1600 second

Aperture

F/5.4

Focal Length

26 mm

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Date Taken

Oct 20, 2009, 12:59:14 PM

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Nov 17, 2009

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