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Wasilla is the place where I have lived for the past 29 years - sort of. The house in which my wife and I raised our family sits here, but I have made my rather odd career as a different sort of photojournalist by continually wandering off to other places to photograph people and gather information, which I have then put together in various publications that have served the Alaska Native Eskimo, Indian and Aleut communities.

Although I did not have a great of free time to devote to this rather strange community, named after a Tanaina Athabascan Indian chief who knew Wasilla in the way that I so impossibly long to, I have still documented it regularly over the past quarter-century plus. In the early days, my Wasilla photographs focused mostly upon my children and the events they participated in - baseball, football, figure skating, hockey, frog catching, fire cracker detonation, Fourth of July parade - that sort of thing. 

In 2002, I purchased my first digital camera and then, whenever I was home, I began to photograph Wasilla upon a daily basis, but not in a conventional way. These were grab shots - whatever caught my eye as I took my many long walks or drove through the town, shooting through the car window at people and scenes that appeared and disappeared before I could even focus and compose in the traditional photographic way.

Thus, the Wasilla portion of this blog will be devoted both to the images that I take as I wander about and those that I have taken in the past. Despite the odd, random, nature of the images, I believe they communicate something powerful about this town that I have never seen expressed anywhere else. 

Wasilla is a sprawling community that has been slapped down hodge-podge upon what was so recently wilderness of the most exquisite beauty. In its design, it is deliberately anti-zoned, anti-planned. In the building of Wasilla, the desire to make a buck has trumped aesthetics and all other considerations. This town, built in the midst of exquisite beauty, has largely become an unsightly, unattractive, mess of urban sprawl. Largely because of this, it often seems to me that Wasilla is a community with no sense of community, a town devoid of town soul.

Yet - Wasilla is my home and if I am lucky it will be until I grow old and die. Despite its horrific failings, it is still made of the stuff of any small city: people; moms and dads, grammas and grampas, teens, children, churches, bars, professionals, laborers, soldiers, missionaries, artists, athletes, geniuses, do-gooders, hoodlums, the wealthy, the homeless, the rational and logical, the slightly insane and the wholly insane - and, yes, as is now obvious to the whole world, politicians, too.

So perhaps, if one were to search hard enough, it might just be possible to find a sense of community here, and a town soul. So, using my skills as a photojournalist and a writer, I hope to do just that. If this place has a sense of community, I will find it. If there is a town soul to Wasilla, I will document it. I won't compete with the newspapers. Hell no! But as time and income allow, it will be fun to wander into the places where the folks described above gather, and then put what I find on this blog.

 

by 300...

Anywhere within a 300 mile radius of Wasilla. This encompasses perhaps the most wild, dramatic, gorgeous, beautiful section of land and sea to be found in any comparable space anywhere on Earth. I can never explore it all, but I will do the best that I can, and will here share what I find and experience with you.  

and then some...

Anywhere else in the world that I happen to get to, such as Point Lay, Alaska; Missoula, Montana; Serenki, Chukotka, Russia; or Bangalore, India. Perhaps even Lagos, Nigeria. I have both a desire and scheme to get me there. It is a long shot. We shall see if I succeed.

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Sunday
Sep282008

My daughter carries two signs in protest at the Delaney Park Strip in Anchorage

 

Driving to the Palin Protest...  

 


Not them - me. I'm the one driving to the Palin protest. I don't know where these two are driving to. They just happened to be in an open-cockpit, yellow, jeep that pulled up behind me when I stopped for a red light, so I photographed their reflection in my rear-view mirror.

On the day before - Friday - my flight on Alaska Airlines left Barrow at 8:00 PM Friday, landed in Anchorage just before 11 and Margie picked me up. By the time I retrieved my luggage and we made our way through road construction traffic diversions, stopped at Taco Bell and then continued on to our house in Wasilla, it was nearly 2:00 AM. I had been looking forward to spending Saturday at home, being lazy, doing whatever I damn well felt like doing, but after I entered the house, I learned that Lisa, my youngest daughter, had made signs and was going to carry them in a protest against Sarah Palin to be held in Anchorage the next afternoon.

So that's why I drove to Anchorage and wound up stopped at a red light with these two behind me.

The protest was scheduled to last for two hours, and I arrived after it had been going on for about an hour and fifteen minutes. I looked around for Lisa, but I could not see her.

The protest was aimed at Palin's recent maneuverings to derail "Troopergate," investigation launched by a majority Republican vote of the Alaska State Legislature to try to determine why she fired Walt Monegan from his job as Public Safety Commissioner. When the investigation was launched, Palin promised that she and her staff would cooperate fully with the investigation, that they would be completely open and forthright in every aspect of it. She changed her mind after she became McCain's VP candidate. 

When her husband, Todd, and some of Palin's top aides received Legislature subpoenas to give testimony to the investigator, Attorney General Talis Colberg instructed them to ignore the subpoenas.

Unhappy protesters called for Colberg to be fired and disbarred for obstructing justice, and Palin to be impeached.

According to the Anchorage Daily News, about 1000 people participated in the protest, although the crowd was notably smaller than that by the time I arrived. I thought it should be easy to find Lisa. I spent most of my time wandering around, looking for her, reading signs, looking for the two that she had told me she made. I could not find Lisa. I could not find her signs.

There was a speaker's platform with many people crowded together. As I had not found her elsewhere, I thought maybe I would find her there. I put myself in a spot where I could study the crowd, a spot where Lisa would likely see me if I did not see her.

But I did not see her, nor did she appear to say, "hi Dad! I'm over here."

So I took a few pictures of this guy as he read a speech for another guy who had been unable to attend.

 
Then I turned to the side, and shot these people.I looked hard, but I did not see Lisa... and yet, had I just been a little more observant... look to the top and right of the picture... see the top of the head, the forehead, and the nose of the young man who is mostly hidden behind the older man wearing glasses? That head and nose belongs to Bryce, Lisa's boyfriend. 

Lisa had momentarily stepped away from the crowd. If I had noticed Bryce, or if he had noticed me, he would have told me that Lisa would be right back.

But I did not notice that it was Bryce. Bryce did not notice me. I continued to search in vain for my daughter.

I wanted to call someone, so I reached into my pocket, only to discover that my cell phone was not there. I could not have called Lisa anyway, as she is temporarily without hers. So, again, I roamed through the crowd, looking for my protesting daughter. I did not see her, but I saw geese coming. I am still using the point and shoot, and I knew that at best I could get two frames of the geese as they passed over.

So, I quickly sized up the situation, shot this frame, then turned toward a man who who held an anti-Palin sign high over his head. Quickly, I framed the picture so that his sign would be prominent below as the geese flew overhead. He saw the geese, too; he saw my camera pointed at the sky behind his sign, where the geese were about to fly. 

He was polite. He dropped his sign, so that it would not obstruct my view of the geese, leaving me only a picture of geese in an empty sky.

"Why did you drop your sign?" I scolded. "It was part of the picture! Do you think I come to a protest rally just to take pictures of flying geese?"

He felt very badly. I felt ashamed that I scolded him.

"It's okay," I consoled. "You were trying to help. You didn't know."

So I walked back to where I had parked the car, about three blocks away, to see if maybe my cell phone was in it. It wasn't. I turned around and headed back to the protest. Along the way, I spotted this cat as it crossed the road. It jumped up onto this fence. What could I do? I had to stop to take its picture.

The protest was focused on a small amphitheatre positioned just behind this statue of a soldier, one who represents all Alaska military men and women who have died fighting for the United States. Freedom of speech is one of the rights these soldiers fought for. On this day, my daughter, Lisa, and her boyfriend exercised their freedom of speech.

Before I had arrived, they had positioned themselves by the side of the road, along with many other protesters, so that passing motorists could see what they had written on their signs. Some of the passing motorists flipped them off; some said, "f--- you!"

These people also exercised their freedom of speech - in a way meant to intimidate, to strike fear into my daughter, so that maybe she would think twice before she exercised her freedom of speech again in the future.

Interesting conundrum. 

"Dad!" I finally heard her voice. "I've been looking for you." That's her, towards the right, just in front of the flag pole, wearing the Chicago Cubs hat. Lisa loves the Chicago Cubs. She attended their season opener in Wrigley Field and wants to return to be there when they play in the World Series - hopefully, this year.

This is the other sign that she made and wore. "If I put these pictures of you on the blog," I told her, "some people are going to be very angry with you. They might say mean and threatening things to you."

"I know," she said. "That's okay. They already flipped me off; they already said, F-U!" Also, she has an Obama bumper sticker on her little Chevy Cavalier. Since Palin was put on the ticket, she has noticed that she is often tailgated by the drivers of much bigger vehicles, especially when she drives into Wasilla.

She is tailgated more than she ever was before.

"Tricky Dick" was there. He claimed to support Sarah Palin in her effort to stonewall the Legislative investigation.

After the protest, Lisa, Bryce and I went to Kaladi Brothers Coffee Shop on Fifth Avenue. We hung out there for about an hour and half and laid out the solutions to a good many of the world's political problems - if only the politicians would listen to the three of us! And then act upon what we say! Then we went to the house of my other daughter, Melanie, and fed her cats. Melanie is down south, in Texas, headed to Canada. Next, we went to see, "Tropic Thunder."

Finally, I headed for home, but I had to stop and get gas before I left town. As I filled my tanks, this was the scene before me.

I had wanted to take Lisa and Bryce to dinner, but the coffee and the movie popcorn and what have you killed their appetites, so I did not. I was not hungry, either, until I got to Eagle River. Then I suddenly wanted a taco and a burrito, so I pulled off the highway and drove to Taco Bell. 

I ate my food in the parking lot, then left. I soon had to stop at a light. In front of me, I saw more freedom of speech being exercised. And yes, when the opportunity appears before me, I will be just as happy to shoot a pro-Palin rally as an anti-Palin. I'm sure it will happen. Wait and see. I'll still vote for Barack Obama, but even so, were I to get the chance to interview and photograph Barack Obama, Joe Biden, John McCain and Sarah Palin, I could lay it all out in a most even-handed manner.

Even so, John McCain, a man whom I have long admired and respected, back when he acted like John McCain, would say that I was being biased and unfair, because that is the tactical position of his campaign. 

As the hour grew late, I drove back into Wasilla. My town.

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Reader Comments (4)

I'm glad your daughter is out there exercising her right to free speech. And it is terrible that people are trying to bully her by tailgating. Funny how some people want their opinions protected but can't respect those of others. I see that as unpatriotic.

There were some good signs in that rally. I particularly enjoyed "I can see corruption from my house." Fantastic!!

September 29, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterShaela

In this video, Sarah Palin's minister introduced her to the church's congregation as “She is a disciple of the lord Jesus Christ before she’s a mayor”.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L4LjsfWbZLA&feature=related

That is a clear violation of the First Amendment.

Conservatives would be howling if Mayor Bloomberg were to speak at a synagogue, and the rabbi said 'He is Jewish before he is mayor.'

She has never repudiated this.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/ubereye/

http://newyorkleftist.blogspot.com/

September 30, 2008 | Unregistered Commentermichael

Just happened to see your link on dpreiview, and started to look at your other pictures and blog... really enjoy your photos and goooo Obama!

October 8, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterPriscilla

oh, meant to add... I'm sure you are really proud of such a wonderful daughter.

October 8, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterPriscilla
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