A taste of Wisconsin...

House on the Rock: Spring Green, WI
House on the Rock: Spring Green, WI

Roadside:Cobb, WI


I just got back some film from a few weeks ago. I've been giving my panoramic cameras a work out lately. We were up in WI this weekend, and I shot a lot of color film on the boat. It will be a few weeks before the fim is back. I also picked up a few nice Voightlander Bessa cameras that I'm in love with. So, more to follow...

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