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Interior of the Synagogue

ZachtheHurricane

Published: Sep 2, 2011

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Description

Interior shot of the Ashkenazi Synagogue.

Image size

3648x2736px 1.79 MB

Make

Canon

Model

Canon PowerShot A495

Shutter Speed

1/50 second

Aperture

F/5.0

Focal Length

18 mm

ISO Speed

640

Date Taken

Mar 14, 2011, 1:46:53 AM

Sensor Size

6mm

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