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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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Jan282010

I briefly see three humans today; I take a drive, listen to the Obama State of the Union Address; new baby draws nigh, causes intense contractions

This is it, right here - the only three humans that I had any direct contact with today. Carmen, of course, Samantha, who is in the fourth grade, but "going on fifth," and her mother, Tina. This happened a bit after 4:00 PM, when I got into the car and drove to Metro Cafe to get my Americano, and to listen to one hour of NPR, followed by President Barack Obama's State of the Union Address.

Other than these three, I did not come within face-to-face talking range of any other humans this entire day.

When I got up, Caleb had already gone to bed. I almost punched the auto-start to the car so that it could warm up and I could head to Mat-Su Valley Family Restaurant, but it seemed to me that I should eat oatmeal today.

So I scooped some out of the round Quaker Oats box, put it in bowl, ran a little water into it, pulled a pack of mixed berries out of the freezer, dumped a handful in, micro-waved it for two minutes and then, surrounded by cats, ate it.

I also had a banana and a cup that I brewed myself.

Afterward, I took my walk and as I did, I exchanged a series of text messages with Lavina. Her situation is getting to be quite nerve-wracking. The contractions that she has now been having for a good week at least have intensified. They are getting strong and causing her significant pain. She is exhausted. Still, the doctor is telling her to stay home and stay in bed until they get to be about 15 minutes apart. 

Right now, they are 30 minutes to one hour apart. Her doctor still hopes to delay this birth a bit, as the baby is not officially due until one month from today and it would be good for s/he grow a bit before coming out.

But I hate to have Lavina suffering. It is hard for me to stay home. A couple of times today, I almost dropped everything to drive to Anchorage, but then if I got there and the baby still did not come for a couple of days, that would be kind of crazy.

I don't think s/he's going to wait until Tuesday for Grandma Margie to come home, though. As for Grandma Mary, she has given up the idea of coming. She still has some recovering to do from the injuries she sustained in the crash.

So Lavina's sister, LaVerne, is coming, with her young daughter, Gracie.

I am excited to see them.

After we quit texting, I looked from my iPhone and saw this jet passing overhead, going north.

Royce in the afternoon - he seems to be improving, but he is still mighty skinny.

That brings me back to coffee-break time. Here is Samantha, by herself. I, of course, am sitting in my car at the drive-through window.

Now I am driving, drinking my Americano, listening to the news, waiting for the Obama State of the Union Address.

At the very moment that I pass by this house, Obama begins to speak.

His speech continues as I wait at a stop sign for this car to go by.

I had thought that I would return home and finish listening to the speech in my office, but I did not want to get out of the car. So I bought a hamburger and a glass of water for dinner, and then ate it in the parking lot, not far from the Tesoro station.

I thought it was an excellent speech. Our President said some things that needed to be said and as I listened to him, I once again felt the rise of a sense of hope - yet, I'm pretty sure that those who needed to hear what needed to be said have already shook it all off and are busy planning and acting out the mischief that will build up their egos, spread the word of nonsense, hype fear and tear down our country.

Our nation drowns in absurdity - and my little town has contributed far, far, far, FAR more than its fair share. But damn - I still love this place.

After I returned home, I read Apple's announcement on its new iPad computer. This is just the tool that I wish I had 30 years ago, but new developments come along with they come along. I can't wait to get my hands on one. Maybe I can create little digital books about cats and coffee, and market them to people with iPads.

Margie called. She is a bit discouraged to be so far away as our new grandchild apparently draws so nigh to being born.

Somewhere near 10:00 PM, Caleb rose from bed and slipped off silently to work, so I never laid eyes on him today. The only folks I saw were Carmen, Samantha and Tina - just long enough to get an Americano served to me through the drive-through window. Other than that, my only companions today were cats and fish.

I love my cats and fish, but I think I will go to Family Restuarant tomorrow morning. I will spend half-an-hour or so in the midst of other humans, as their knives and forks clink against their plates and they ignore me and say clever things to each other and make each other laugh, or perhaps tell somber and grim stories and frown at each other.

My waitress won't ignore me, though. No. She will treat me right. At Family Restaurant, the waitresses all treat you right. They are excellent waitresses, each and every one.

Of course, if my phone should ring sometime between now and breakfast... then I will be off to go meet my new grandchild instead.

 

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Reader Comments (10)

I don't think the President's speech was for those who don't listen (they are lost in space somewhere deep in their own delusions). For the rest of us it was, like your blog, a resurgence of hope that sanity lives.

I need to start saving for an Ipad! Lots of naysayers about that out on the internet too.

January 28, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterGrandma Nancy

Hey, Bill

As you begin wading through the 100,000+ apps for your new iPhone, one I would recommend is the (free) Stitcher Radio app. Makes available a ton of content, including most NPR productions (news, Fresh Air, Car Talk, etc.) 'on demand' through your iPhone. Pretty slick! Also, for music, Pandora Internet Radio (also free) is hard to beat.

I've had my original 8GB iPhone ('2G') for over two years and haven't come close to running out of memory.

dd

January 28, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterdudleydocker

Can't help but enjoy your take. Those that will, after listening to our President's speech, once again start acting out in mischief. Attempting to build up their egos, spread the word of nonesense, hype and fear, to tear down our country. And I agree with your opinion in regards to your community when you state, "our Nation drowns in absurdity" and yes, your community has provided more then it should have in this absurdity. Please keep that crazy lady in Wasilla. She is an ABOMINATION to our country, to women and to our beuatiful state, Alaska.

January 28, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterSoutheast

Thinking about Lavina today.

January 28, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMichelle

Lovely photo of Royce as well as a great post. Thank you!

January 28, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterManxMamma

I hope Margie can be home for the baby's arrival. I'll be thinking of Lavinia and praying for her and the babe.

January 28, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterWhiteStone

Good vibes to you, and to your family, to Royce, to Margie, to Mary...gosh. And poor Caleb. Yep. I was a night shift worker for lots of years. I, too, was the wraith on the edge of life, sleeping when others were awake and active, awake while they slept. Sucked, actually. My kids enjoyed asking me for permission to do stuff while I was still dumbing around after just getting up, before the coffee was made. I never remembered what I said.

January 28, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterdebby

sending good thoughts for Lavinia and hope the baby waits a little longer

January 28, 2010 | Unregistered Commentertwain12

Royce in the afternoon is one of the best cat photos I have seen.

January 28, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterSusan

Poor Lavinia. That sounds nerve-wracking - and painful.

But Royce is looking excellent! His coat is already showing a difference!

January 28, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterA. Morrison

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