The memory of teen age angst is a subject that never wears out. Even though we try to shed those memories, like a snake outgrows its layers of skin, snippets of them persist. I can’t remember what I wore yesterday, but have vivid memories or my royal blue gym uniform, how it snapped up the front, had elastic in the back, cap sleeves, a collar, pockets and a low rise.
A local writer, Frank Bures, wrote this fabulous story about a biking journey to his high school reunion. You can almost hear the taunts of the kids lingering around the lockers in the basement. They grow louder in the silence of his journey along the river.
Here are a few snapshots, which capture only a fraction of the power of these images by photographers Sheila Farrell and Amy Anderson. If you have teenagers, or have ever been a teenager, this show will be sure to engage you.