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The Black Sea

rvin09

Published: Jul 31, 2010

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Description

I know, I've submitted quite a few waterscapes recently, but I just love the sea...but it was and remains an integral part of my life.

This time, it's the Black sea. I took this photo on the shores of Odessa. Feel free to download, if you desire.

Image size

2592x1944px 1.73 MB

Make

Nokia

Model

N95

Shutter Speed

1/999 second

Aperture

F/2.8

Focal Length

6 mm

ISO Speed

100

Date Taken

Dec 10, 2008, 10:08:51 AM

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DomTimAndSeth

Jul 31, 2010

That's cool.

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