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Ghostly Raptor

smurfofdoom

Published: Nov 2, 2009

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Description

My pumpkin this year. xkcd-inspired, of course. And raptor-inspired.

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2848x4288px 505.24 KB

Make

NIKON CORPORATION

Model

NIKON D90

Shutter Speed

3/1 second

Aperture

F/4.8

Focal Length

42 mm

ISO Speed

200

Date Taken

Oct 31, 2009, 11:41:18 PM

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