I'm still hoarding my shrinking stash of Polaroid film but sometimes I can't help myself. And that's how I reckon it should be.
Every August 3rd my mom and I release balloons in honor of her brother/my uncle who passed 4 years ago.
4 balloons, 4 years without him. It's how we remember.

This is the Wisconsin I fell in love with, otherwise known as America's Dairyland. And if you ever wondered why you don't see more cows in Wisconsin, it's because they're in the barns being milked. But that's another story for another day.

I've been wanting to capture this sign on my Polaroid camera for awhile now. It's dreamy, really.

Here's to hoping I never run out of my favorite kind of film!
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