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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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Saturday
Jan162010

Kalib eats Kiwi Fruit; Mayor Edward Itta in front of my old photos; all of my Anchorage kids except for Melanie - but I did get her cats; I see Avatar

I have been flooded with angry complaints, all of which go something like this: "Where is Kalib? Why has he disappeared from your blog?"

Here he is.

Today I went into Anchorage to do a couple of things and after I did the first, I headed over to Kalib's daycare center. I arrived at lunch time, which explains the bib, and just before naptime, which explains why he looks so tired.

He was surprised and excited when I first stepped through the door. That was kind of nice.

He's eating Kiwi fruit. Think about that: a Navajo/Apache boy eating Kiwi fruit in Alaska in January.

That's the kind of world we live in now.

This is Edward Itta, Mayor of the North Slope Borough, which, of course covers the Arctic Slope with headquarters in Barrow. Even so, it is essential that the Borough keep an office in Anchorage. Mayor Itta had come down to take care of some Anchorage business, which gave me the opportunity to go in and do a little interview with him.

See all those photos on the wall behind him?

Those are mine and I made those prints probably about 20 years ago. Many of the people pictured have since left this life.

"Where's your camera?" Mayor Itta asked me when he first saw me. "I never see you without your camera." He was very surprised when I pulled the little, tiny, palm-sized pocket camera out of my pocket.

I had lunch with Jacob and Lavina...

...and Lisa, too. I got maybe one hour of sleep last night, and it is now getting late again and I am just too tired to recount any of the conversation or even to recall topics discussed.

It did feel real good to have Lisa put her head on my shoulder.

Jacob, looking sharp in his US Public Health Services Commissioned Corp uniform.

The view in my rearview mirror while stopped at a red light on my way to take care of another piece of business.

I have no idea what happened here.

This is Jack King of Camai Printing, and he is handing me a color proof from a job Camai is printing for me. 

After that, I went by myself to watch the 3D version of the movie Avatar. I won't review it, but it was definitely a threshold movie. I know - there have been 3D movies before this one, but I do believe this is the one that is going to mark the moment when 3D started coming at us for real.

It did not feel at all gimmicky. It took a fantasy world and made it real. If only, at the end, the movie makers could have risen above formula and cliche, it could have also been a great movie, like the Last of the Mohicans or Little Big Man, or Dead Man, because its the same story, really, and the movie did get off to a fanatastic start, story-wise.

As to the effects, fantastic from beginning to end. Soon, I suppose, such effects will commonplace, expected.

Melanie had to work very late and I did not get to see her. I did go to her house, though, and see her cats. Here is Slick, or Bear Meach, as he is also called.

And here is Diamond, the sweet ornery one.

And here's Epizzles, or Poof, who is actually Charlie's cat, but is staying with Melanie and her cats right now.

As for Royce, the results came back. It is a thyroid deficiency. Now, he must be medicated twice a day for the rest of his life. Other than that, the test results showed no problems.

It was Rex who let me into Melanie's house to see the cats. Now that Stephanie has gone, he is temporarily living in Melanie's basement apartment along with Cassie, the 11 year-old dog that Stephanie brought into the marriage.

Some of you will remember Box Car Bean, the very beautiful cat that I rescued and gave to Rex and Stephanie a couple of years back. I loved that cat from the moment I rescued it and brought it home. I never wanted it to leave the family and that's why I gave it to Rex and Stephanie, but when she left, Stephanie took Boxcar Bean with her.

Rex says Stephanie needed to have Boxcar.

Here I am, driving out of Anchorage.

And here I am, on the Palmer Hay Flats, almost home.

 

Now, once again, it is very late  - early the next morning, actually, and given my one hour of sleep last night, I am extremely tired. So I have already made up my mind - after I get up, I'm going to Family Restaurant for breakfast, even if it's closer to lunch time.

I know. I should stay home and cook oatmeal. Eat a banana.

But I'm going to the Mat-Su Valley Family Restaurant.

I'm just going to do it. I don't care about economics, wisdom, or practicality. I'm going.

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Reader Comments (12)

>I have been flooded with angry complaints, all of which go something like this: "Where is Kalib? Why has he disappeared from your blog?"

Hey! Whose blog IS this anyway!? Amazing how proprietary mere readers of a blog (or newspaper, or book, or web site ... or country, for that matter) can be, isn't it?

I've said before and I'll say it again, I visit your blog for its sheer pleasant humanity, its daily day-to-dayness. Keep up the good work.

January 16, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAlbert Lewis

You must, better be proud/honored of your photos on the office wall.........the theater self-portrait is brilliant, well done!

January 16, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMGSoCal

Mr Hess, Who is the woman on the wall of pictures next to Mayor Itta's left arm. I am captivated by her for some reason. That picture is tremendous!

And I am super happy to Mr. Kalib. He's a keeper!

Go to sleep ! :)

January 16, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterRocksee

This is just a test, to see if I get on.

January 16, 2010 | Unregistered Commenteranonymous

Yeah. Bill, it can be terribly hard to deal with the demanding legions of fans that you have. Who, if you don't scrape and cater to our every whim, will head straight for Wasilla, Alaska, and write epithets in the dirt on the side of stranded vehicles, or head to the Metro cafe and convince them to give you a crappy cup of joe, or maybe head over the the Mat-su and convince them to give you your hashbrowns crunchy on the inside and mushy in the middle. We are a rare and ornery breed, we fans of yours, and it is good that you realize who's running the show here.

So there.

That's the best laugh that I've had all day.

You are priviledged to know some cats of fine charactor! Glad that you had a nice day with the kids.


3D is awesome, isn't it? Don't you wish LIFE could be in 3D? :^D

January 16, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterdebby

Hey Bill,

I like the self portrait as well! It looks like everyone is at a Buddy Holly look alike contest! Thanks for seeing and hopefully petting The Poof Cat! I will show him the blog later today!

January 16, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterCharlie

Kalib AND cats! Sweet!

January 16, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMartha

Good for Royce, that he's going to have medication that'll get him back to health. Watch out that he doesn't cough up the meds with his hairballs... :)

I'm laughing a bit at your dining-out routine with your wife being gone. My older brother is going to house-sit while my sis and I take a vacation cruise together (and hubby is in a care center). When Older Brother realized both his usual hostesses/cooks would be GONE, and he'd have to fend for himself, he said, "I'll guess I'll be eating out a lot!"

January 16, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterKarenJ

Thank goodness you're not one of those jerk that drives in the left lane. I like you even more now. :-)

January 16, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMona

Yay for Royce. This is much better news than kidney problems... I'm so happy to hear it. Our 10-year old dog needs thyroid supplement too, for the opposite reason (she was 20 lbs overweight). She started the meds in May, and just got to the '20 lbs lost' point this month. Hooray! Hopefully Royce's response will be as good. Keep us posted. And, on the subject of Kalib images in the blog, I suspect that of all of us, you are the most desiring of opportunities to create those pictures. I'm just sayin'. :-)

January 17, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterkalaluka

I echo: excellent news on the thyroid problem. So much better than kidney problems! I am relieved, even though I know it is not much fun to pill a cat 2x a day. Oh well. My friend's cat has a heart problem and he gets a pill every morning, then a treat right after the pill. Now on weekends he wakes her up if she does not get up at 5 a.m. to give him his treat. Er, his pill. :)

January 17, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterA. Morrison

Albert - Thank you. I will try.

MGSoCal - Again, thank you.

Rocksee - That is the late Mrs. Nageak, of Barrow.

Anonymous - You did.

Debby - Yes, it can be very hard.

Charlie - I think I just saw you.

Martha - That they are.

Karen - This medicine is applied inside the ear with an applicator. I understand about your brother.

Mona - It can be maddening, can't it?

Kalaluka - Yes, its a relief, I think. Odd that it has worked the opposite in your dog.

A. Morrison - Royce doesn't much like the ear applicator either, but he tolerates it.

January 17, 2010 | Registered CommenterWasilla, Alaska, by 300

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