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Flood

Klara999

Published: Jul 19, 2013

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Description

This is actually a field. I took this picture in January 2011 on one of my rollerskate rides on the Alzette bicycle path. The Alzette river flooded that day and it was quite impressing to see that whole field under water! That thing in the water is a ruined shack or something.

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2048x1536px 1.18 MB

Make

SONY

Model

DSC-T77

Shutter Speed

10/100 second

Aperture

F/4.0

Focal Length

13 mm