Published by Jann Alexander
As publisher of my creative work, I find my ideas in exploring and recording life's details—just as I've done in writing my historical novel, Dust, and its predecessor, A Habit of Hiding.
My photography focus is the scenic gumbo that is my Vanishing Austin series, and the many other thematic photography collections I've created. In my paintings, I capture the colors of the American southwest and Mexico. For my blog on creativity, Pairings, I explore Texas and beyond, and sometimes indulge in time travel.
I bring it together at JannAlexander.com, where my art meets tech.
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Yes, Sandy’s has the 1960s flavor of a place teens went in exile to the then outskirts of town to find themselves and their identities away from their families. It was a place in which to grow up and to solve teenage problems. While highrises engulf it, I wonder where do teens go today. The outskirts of town, the new frontier in which to establish oneself, is further out and too far to go and be safe. Perhaps, today teens retreat to cyberspace, a safe place with arms length emotions that can be turned on or off, shared or not shared, with a click. It’s not face-to-face, risking adulthood. It’s safe-to-safe, keeping emotions immature and never tasting the sweetness of frozen custard and the tartness of root beer with peers so close you could kiss or laugh, or cry.
Thanks for a unique perspective on what Sandy’s means beyond a throwback to simpler times, Carol.