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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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Monday
Jun292009

Point Lay Nalukatak: Cakes - dedicated to graduates and whalers; oil's watermelon gift... getting ready for blanket toss (part 7 of 10)

The first cake presented at the first was dedicated to Kali High School Class of '09, of whom there were ten. Eight, whalers all, came to feast. Several plan to attend college. Above is Daniel Pikok, John Stalker, Rhoda Rexford (daughter of Julius) Kuoiqsik Curtis, Dorothy Pikok, Christian Young, Melva Sampson and Lloyd Curtis.

The second cake presented was that for the Atkaan crew.

To make certain that there was enough for everybody, the decorated cakes were supplemented by the plain in appearance but delicious in taste. Harpooner Brenton Rexford, younger brother to Julius, prepares to serve.

I fear that, immediately after I took this picture, I grabbed a piece for myself.

And then there was watermelon. Shell Oil, Incorporated, who hopes to drill in the home of the bowhead, gave fruit and other gifts at various whale celebrations on the Slope.

The suckers are from candy thrown to the crowd during the blanket toss - which will be posted shortly after this.

But this was a whale feast. Patrick Tukrok uses a pick axe to separate chunks of quaq, frozen whale meat, from each other.

Having eaten her fill, Jamie takes a quiet moment for herself as she waits for the adult blanket toss to begin. After it begins, she will have a rather exciting moment, as you will soon see.

Four girls pass beneath the outer edge of the blanket as they play "Follow the Leader" behind Bill Tracey. Traditionally, the blanket is made from the skins of the umiak manned by the crew that caught the whale. In Point Lay, they hunt with motor boats, so the skins for this blanket came from the umiaq of the Little Kupaaq Crew captained by Harry Brower, Jr., of Barrow.

Very soon, this blanket will be put into action.

And that will be the subject of my next post, which go up almost immediately after this one.

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