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Blue Candle

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Published: May 10, 2012

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Description

This was going to be a cube box, but I made the sides a bit too small. So now it's a candle, or will be once I put some wax in it.

Image size

3264x2448px 2.07 MB

Make

Canon

Model

Canon PowerShot S5 IS

Shutter Speed

1/10 second

Aperture

F/2.7

Focal Length

6 mm

ISO Speed

200

Date Taken

Apr 27, 2012, 10:13:10 AM

Sensor Size

5mm

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madnezz344

Dec 9, 2012

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