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The Calming before a Storm

ColdAmuChan

Published: Aug 21, 2010

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Description

Im a Sky photographer kind of person. I love the sky so I will take a lot of pictures of it and stare at it. I could stare at the sky forever if I could.

The storm clouds were overtaking the calm and peaceful clouds so thus its title

Image size

2048x1536px 1.39 MB

Make

SONY

Model

DSC-S930

Shutter Speed

1/1250 second

Aperture

F/8.0

Focal Length

19 mm

ISO Speed

100

Date Taken

Aug 7, 2010, 4:24:26 PM

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Aug 22, 2010

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