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As of Losing Focus through an Ambitious Reel

The-Manatee-King

Published: Feb 5, 2012

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Description

Just having a little fun with my camera.

...and I like long titles.

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640x480px 165.99 KB

Make

FUJIFILM

Model

FinePix XP20

Shutter Speed

100/650 second

Aperture

F/3.9

Focal Length

5 mm

ISO Speed

200

Date Taken

Feb 2, 2012, 6:55:49 PM

Sensor Size

0mm

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hekategirl127

Feb 10, 2012

I love out of focus city night shots!!!!!!!! It makes me feel sad...but in a good way...if that make sense. Very cool.

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