Car
Bend, Oregon
I discovered the car parked in downtown Bend during a morning walk, its vintage paint contrasting against the muted backdrop. The moment I noticed the Black Flag sticker on the window, I felt a rush of nostalgia, a connection to my punk rock roots that perfectly completed the scene. It reminded of a time when rebellion and authenticity reigned, and this car, even in stillness, seemed to embody that spirit.
Bend, Oregon
I discovered the car parked in downtown Bend during a morning walk, its vintage paint contrasting against the muted backdrop. The moment I noticed the Black Flag sticker on the window, I felt a rush of nostalgia, a connection to my punk rock roots that perfectly completed the scene. It reminded of a time when rebellion and authenticity reigned, and this car, even in stillness, seemed to embody that spirit.
Bend, Oregon
I discovered the car parked in downtown Bend during a morning walk, its vintage paint contrasting against the muted backdrop. The moment I noticed the Black Flag sticker on the window, I felt a rush of nostalgia, a connection to my punk rock roots that perfectly completed the scene. It reminded of a time when rebellion and authenticity reigned, and this car, even in stillness, seemed to embody that spirit.