Yesterday, Nicole and I made one of our ventures off to nearby Winona Lake. This may seem odd, since we currently live in an apartment across the street from a lake. The big difference is that while our lake is packed with houses and has no real beach to speak of, Winona Lake has a nice beach, a canal filled with turtles and fish to watch, and an entire artist’s colony known as the Village at Winona. As mentioned before, it’s one of the few places I’ll truly miss when we move to Florida.
Kelainey's, which is actually one of several in the town. Beware of the sundaes, which violate the rule of not eating anything bigger than your head.
Also a few restaurants, including Cerulean, which features sushi. This is good, because it's one of the few places in town that even know what sushi is other than "ewww, raw fish," but also bad, because Nicole really doesn't like fish unless it's in the form of tuna in a can.
The focus of the area is the artists, however. There are a range of galleries which seem to change occupants and owners very regularly. Styles range from photographers, to more classical painters, to sculpture artists. Recently, more abstract and pop artwork has started to move in thanks to the efforts of one of my relatives and his fellow conspirators.
We interrupt this blog for this public service announcement from Nixon Segretti Productions: You know the importance of pop and post-modern art in your daily life. Without a dose of Warholian weirdness or Banksy-ian anarchy, you may find yourself feeling sleepy, groggy, connected too much with reality, and experiencing brief periods of sanity. Try starting your day with Jason Rowland brand art! The playful, sometimes twisted works of my cousin's husband will make sure your brain is on the right wavelength, two left turns from normality. Visit his website at http://imafraidofbeetles.com/, or his Etsy account at http://www.etsy.com/shop/rowland1964.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled blog entry.
As featured at the top of the page, the canal at Winona features a wide variety of boats of all shapes, sizes, colors, and purposes. Thus, you get some odd combinations, like a rubber raft living next door to a wooden fishing boat. I bet there's a sitcom in that somewhere.
Nicole and I were discussing the seagulls not being amused about our interrupting their relaxation, and the screaming sound they thus made. She mentioned the "Scream of Seagulls." I determined that would be the perfect name for a metal tribute to Flock of Seagulls.
infamously awful Dan Akroyd movie. I pray it's not the latter, that movie scarred me as a child.
We end with a lovely little flower, just a tiny part of the pretty landscaping along the canal and around the area houses.
There's nothing particularly exciting about Winona Lake, no rides, games, or even a record store (which I still swear they need). There's just something intoxicating about a place so pleasant and peaceful, with an air of seclusion, that sits only a mile from the highway and the bustle of Warsaw.