Saturday, April 16, 2011

Biloxi - Day 2

Today dawned sunny with less humidity and wind (and no severe weather anywhere in the state). It was a lovely day. Took the bus (I'm becoming something of an expert on the Biloxi bus system) to the neighboring town of Ocean Springs which involved going over the impressive bridge crossing Biloxi Bay. Ocean Springs has lots of artists, boutiques, and stores aimed at tourists. Patricia Mack had recommended going there to visit the Walter Anderson Museum of Art, which I did.
Anderson is another eclectic artist who used many mediums, and he, too, was crazy. He actually was a diagnosed schizophrenic who survived his illness primarily by retreating to islands in the Gulf and immersing himself in nature. The art currently on exhibit was mostly watercolors.



There is also a room that he painted as a retreat on display. Interesting -- and weird.












He was well known for linoleum block prints. None
of those were on display, but I saw some copies produced by converting the original blocks into a screen print process.








Wandered around town for a couple of hours including stopping for a doughnut, highly recommended by several of the natives I spoke with. Apparently they use potato, rather than wheat, flour. Wonder if they're gluten free? . . . Probably not.

Returned to Biloxi where I checked out the Katrina memorial. The height of the memorial, which lists the names of those dead and missing from the immediate Gulf area, represents the depth of the storm surge, and the glass case contains items donated by Katrina survivors.

In the same area as the Memorial is this delightful sculpture made from the trunk of a tree killed by Katrina. And there's a wonderful seating area constructed around a tree which survived.






































Walked back to the hotel from the park and got ready to go to the wedding. The ceremony and reception were held at the same place, the Slavonian Lodge, a very nice facility built after Katrina since the original hall had been destroyed. Here is a picture of Kevin and Cassie with his parents, my friends Cheryl and Steve.



All three of Kevin's brothers were groomsmen so I was able to get a picture with four very handsome young men.

Everyone had a good time, especially the young folk who danced up a storm.

Back to the hotel about 9 to write this and get to bed.

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