With the total skidmark of the fiftieth annual Bix Day and its entire birthmonth now behind me on the calendar, this morning I grabbed a breakfast sandwich from Chop and a latte from St. Johns Coffee Roasters, headed to the Oregon Zoo with the 35mm on the Nikon, and after four hours there even managed to hop off the bus on the way home for a brief photowalk along the Willamette River in the Pearl District.
Bix dot Blog
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.