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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
Nov012010

Where were the trick-or-treators? Halloween just ain't what it used to be... Supergirl sheds a tear

Each year, it gets a little worse. Last year, maybe a dozen trick-or-treators showed up. This year - two, both of them pretty big. The first looked to be a boy about 12 or 13 and he came with his mother. No one else could be seen on the street. Well, his mother said, it's pretty cold. That probably explains it.

Cold? The temperature was in the 20's F - and that's above zero.

Hell. When our kids were small, the streets were crawling with trick-or-treators, even on sub-zero Holloweens. Gusts of deep, white, breath would pour out through mouth, nose, and eye openings on frost-encased masks - but they were there, the trick-or-treators, not giving a damn about the weather, knocking on doors, scarfing up their candy.

Part of it just may be the new subdivisions, such as Serendipity, the ones that have destroyed the woods in which we used to frolic. These are filled with huge, expensive, homes that appear to be inhabited by rich people. Last year, we drove by Serendipity and saw a fair number of trick-or-treators on their streets, whereas ours were all but empty.

So maybe that's where the trick-or-treatos have gone - those still brave enough to venture out - to the rich people's homes.

So now we have all this damn candy left over - not only what's in this tray, but the bags that were waiting to be dumped in once these were given away.

The problem is, I will probably eat it.

As you can see, it all seems to have chocolate in it.

So I will be eating it.

No one will be able to stop me.

I had better eat it fast so that we can be rid of it and I won't be tempted by it later on.

Earlier, Melanie and Charlie had appeared and the three of us went out to get a coffee. Metro is closed on Sundays, so we wound up at the hut on the corner of Seldon and Fishhook.

I pulled up to the drivethrough window, we placed our orders and then I looked through to the car sitting at the opposite window and there I saw Superman.

I could not believe it! I had forgotten my camera. All I had was my iPhone and the lens was too wide to get close to Superman. Charlie offered to let me borrow his camera.

So I asked the barista if she would tell Superman and his mom that I would like to get a picture for my blog.

The mom said yes, but noted that there were two more in the back seat and they should be in the picture, too.

Then, two Supergirls came bounding over the seat into the front.

The problem was, I could not see all of their "super" insignias. As we were trying to figure this out, the photographer on one side of the hut and the Superman/girls on the other, the smallest Supergirl got crowded out, so that she could not be seen at all.

She began to cry. Superman and big Supergirl did what they could to comfort her.

And such was Halloween, 2010, right here in Wasilla, Alaska.

 

And today is the day before the big election. Today, I expect there to be many people in costume, right here on the streets of Wasilla. Later, I will go out and see what I can see.

I might add that there is great deal of debate here in Alaska as to whether people should vote their conscience or "be pragamatic" and vote not for our highest hopes but rather against our worst fears. 

I say, we should vote our conscience. This would also be pragmatic, I think, because if enough people were to step beyond their worst fears and vote their conscience, the election would turn out ok.

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Reader Comments (9)

We're non-observant Halloween people since a couple of years ago we got yelled at by parents on the sidewalk for being upset that their kids just opened our front screen and walked in on our two BIG dogs. They didn't yell at their kids for being ballsy, brassy or downright rude. They yelled at *us!

Okay, come Halloween, it's date night, and we go out for dinner after dowsing every light in the house.

I used to enjoy dressing up myself (I can be a pretty darn good cowboy, since I have all the gear, having cowboyed a bit in the past). But no longer.

Whew! That's over! Now a different kind of Halloween tomorrow. Yikes! I'm going to have to get a Miller mask, but by next year it's possible no one will know who he is/was.

November 1, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAlbert Lewis

Definitely vote for who you think best represents your beliefs. Polls give us information - maybe right maybe wrong. We still have to vote and count the votes to know who really wins. It's just like football. No matter what the scouts and the standings say about who is more likely to win the game, the teams still line up and play the game. Often the results are different than what the standings predicted.

November 1, 2010 | Unregistered Commentermocha

Please everybody, vote your conscience! Just get out there and VOTE!

We had one little girl from across the street for Trick-or-Treat this year, and my son had five (where they used to get 50 to 60). Temperature was in the 50's. Beautiful night for kids to be out. Too much irrational fear out there, I guess.

November 1, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterGrandma Nancy

I hear Mission Hills was busy and Heritage Farms had quite a bit of traffic too. I think people head to the neighborhoods where the houses are packed together a little tighter to maximize their efforts. We live near Heritage Farms off of KGB and had 15 or so groups come by.
I spent the whole afternoon making sure the driveway and sidewalk weren't too slick and each and every kid came straight across the yard to get to the door.

November 1, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterTodd

We had a disappointing amount of trick-or-treaters, too. Years of the fundie War On Halloween are taking their toll, along with the helicopter parents who think it's child abuse if their pwecious snowflakes have to put down the Wii and actually walk around the block.

November 1, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterTracey

we had 5 kids :(...i ate the chocolates too . Was smart not to buy to many though.

November 1, 2010 | Unregistered Commentertwain12

We also had very few kids come by the house this yr. I was so disappointed :( I checked my blog entry from last Halloween and it was about the same temp and as you mentioned, I hardly think of the 20's as cold. The only thing we could think of was maybe because it was a Sunday? No matter what the reason we were disappointed that we didnt have more kids come by. However, my kids and I have no problem taking on the responsibility of eating the candy we have left!

November 1, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterLisa J

I completely agree Bill. We should have no fear, we are ALASKANS after all. So it's 20 degrees...bundle up, wear a scarf and a hat even :).

November 1, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterShoshana

We never get kids in our 7 home cul-de-sac; in fact it's only recently that there are small children present in our quiet corner of the world. Bought one bag of Kit-Kats and a box of Satsumas, then shared them at work today.

Our dogs celebrated with rawhide chews and the cats had catnip treats. But they get them each day so I guess Halloween was a day just like any other for them.

November 1, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAlicia Greene

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