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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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DC dining with Lisa - Inauguration Day post remains on hold

The fact of the matter is, the circumstance of my wife's injuries have prevented me from devoting the time necessary to complete my Inauguration post for so long now that it has lost all sense of immediacy. If Margie is able, we are going to return to Wasilla either Sunday or Monday and so I just may wait until I can sit down in my office and just do the post then.

Or maybe I will find the time to do it tomorrow, which is really today, as it is 1:49 AM Saturday morning that I type these words.

For the time being, it may have lost its freshness, but, 100 years from now, it will be just as fresh as if Margie had not been hurt and I had posted it the night of the inaugural, as I had planned.

So, for today, I will illustrate how Lisa and I have been dining while Margie lies in her bed in the guest house.

On the afternoon following the inauguration, we found this little 24 hour Steak and Egg Restaurant. Even though it was afternoon, we needed breakfast, so we went in. The food was excellent - especially the omelets. We took scrambled eggs back to Margie. We have eaten breakfast there everyday since, although we have not seen this cook again. He was having some kind of dispute with his boss. I wonder if that has anything to do with why?

Maybe he just took a vacation to Alaska. We told him what a great place Alaska is.

One of Lisa's great ambitions for this trip was to eat sushi in New York City. Now that we are not going to New York City, we decided to try D.C. Sushi instead. As it happens, this place sits right next to Steak and Eggs Restaurant. So tonight, we went here.

The sushi was quite good - except for the salmon. The salmon was bland. It was farm salmon. I don't know why they even bother. We brought terriyaki chicken back to Margie, who has never gotten used to the idea of sushi. Traditionally, Apaches shunned fish as food, which is curious as they are so closely related to Alaska's Athabascans, who eat fish by the ton. Margie does like wild Alaska salmon - cooked: roasted, broiled, fried, smoked or dried.

When I travel from Alaska to the Outside, I almost always find the salmon to be extremely disappointing. 

As for the cat shirt, we have fallen into a routine where, after breakfast, I drop Lisa off at the Metro and she goes into DC to do some exploring and I come back to Margie. Always, Lisa returns with a shopping bag full of Obama memories. Today, she found the cat shirt.

She was very pleased.

 

 

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Reader Comments (3)

I'm very sorry to read about your wife's injury, a broken kneecap must be horribly painful! I hope she's doing ok, and can get home to her real doctors soon.

It's interesting to read about the down to earth reality of an Alaskan in DC doing the day to day of eating and shopping. I can't seem to help myself, I order salmon when I'm outside too, always disappointing.

January 24, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterKelly

Bummer about Margie. Give her my best wishes....She loves you so much she decided to undergo a fall and incapacity so that you wouldn't feel so old with your creaky shoulder.

January 24, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterJeff Wheelwright

About salmon that we eat: we live on the north coast of Oregon. We shop at the local Safeway supermarket, which usually has a broad choice of fresh fish -- if you want to pay the price.

No matter where we buy our salmon, though, we NEVER buy farmed fish -- always Alaska wild salmon if we can find it, and Copper River salmon when it's available.

I wouldn't touch farmed salmon with a 10 foot pole.

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We used to charter a fishing boat from Washington state's Westport fishing fleet for offshore fishing back in the '70s, but after some of the legal battles that decreased the sport fish availability in the '80s, no more -- too expensive.

Of course, those problems resulted in the migration of the fishing fleets up to Alaskan waters, where the damage to the salmon runs resulted in poor seasons for the Native Alaskans, most recently like this winter.

Greed and business interests, what a combination. I don't see that the new Alaskan Rural Advisor John Moller will be much help for the rural villages, because "business" is his background...

February 5, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterKaJo

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