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Published: Aug 19, 2011

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An abandoned coast guard station on top of Torr Head in Northern Ireland.

Inspired by the work of one ~wolfcreek50, who opened my eyes to this kind of reclaimed photography.
Check out his work, it's beautiful.

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3008x2000px 1.45 MB

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NIKON CORPORATION

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NIKON D40

Shutter Speed

10/1250 second

Aperture

F/4.5

Focal Length

70 mm

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800

Date Taken

Aug 6, 2011, 5:50:16 AM

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Nullibicity

Aug 20, 2011

Gorgeous! I absolutely adore this shot

Fantastic job!

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