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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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Jan112009

Taxed! The Liberty Man tells me that it is going to happen again

DateSunday, January 11, 2009 at 11:34PM

 

Damn! It's that time of year again - tax time. I know, because I spotted the Liberty Tax Man freezing at the side of the Parks Highway yesterday, just before I went to the Statehood Celebration. I took a picture quick, without looking through the viewfinder, then drove on. I don't know what he's got on under the Uncle Sam costume, but he has no protection for his ears. It's true, the temperature had warmed up dramatically from what it had been, to about zero degrees F (-18 c), but even at that temperature, one's ears will get cold sooner or later.

Especially when a big semi-truck roars by, and blows its wake upon a poor tax mascot who stands by the road with bare ears exposed.

The tax mascots will be out doing a lot of dancing between now and April 15. 

Sometime between now and then, I will stop and talk to one or two of them. 

But not soon. In less than a week, I leave for DC. I have much to do between now and then.

I do not have time to keep this blog, but I am going to keep it anyway.

One photo a day, maybe two; possibly three. I will try to keep it to one.

I won't say much. Just a little bit.

Until I get to Washington, DC. 

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My Liberty Tax Mascot here in Texas dresses up like Lady Liberty. "Honk If You Love Liberty" is the sign he holds. A few people honk, but by now, most know he is in a co-dependent, cross-dressing relationship with the IRS.

January 12, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterBonnie in Texas

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