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Innocence

DSteffi

Published: May 16, 2013

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Why yes, I forgot clouds are white. O_O

Compliments and criticisms are highly welcomed.

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2592x1936px 2.31 MB

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Apple

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iPad

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1/60 second

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F/2.4

Focal Length

4 mm

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Date Taken

May 15, 2013, 8:18:00 AM

Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License

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hotchilipen

May 18, 2013

It reminded me of UP, nice work man!
haaaa, I'm jelly I don't even touch the sketchpad or photoshop this summer :3

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