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Cornwall Beach II

rvin09

Published: Jul 19, 2010

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Description

Cornwall Beach again, but from a different angle. I added the canvas effect, as opposed to sandstone.

Image size

2048x1536px 2.87 MB

Make

Nokia

Model

E71

Aperture

F/3.2

Focal Length

5 mm

Date Taken

Jun 28, 2010, 7:34:08 PM

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Halfevilgenius-Toast

Jul 19, 2010

I like the semi grainy look of the photo.

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