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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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Nov052010

Big, white, limousine gets stuck just beyond Ethan Berkowitz sign

So there I was, yesterday afternoon, tooling down icy, twisty, hilly, Gail Drive at 99.105 miles per hour, listening to All Things Considered and sipping at the Metro Americano that I had just bought from Carmen when I glanced down a side road and saw this limousine, stuck in the snow just beyond the Ethan Berkowitz sign.

I instantly slowed down to 2 miles per hour and shot this image through the open window of the red Ford Escape as I zoomed by.

Three posts ago, I dedicated my entry to the signs being waved at motorists passing through "downtown" Wasilla on election eve and election morning. Most of those signs were for Joe Miller, some for Lisa Murkowski, a few for Sean Parnell, and a couple for Don Young - all Republicans. On the eve, I did see one sign for Young's opponent, democrat Harry Crawford, who went down to defeat. Crawford's sign was dark, was not held up by hands but by a platform, Joe Miller people were in front of it and it could hardly be seen at all.

The next morning, I did find one Scott McAdams sign, standing by itself at the roadside.

Other than that, I saw no Democratic signs in downtown Wasilla, and I saw not one individual holding a Democrat sign.

Subsequently, a few readers left comments to assure me that there were Democrat signs bravely planted in yards and alongside driveways here and there in Wasilla and that two individuals had been "downtown," waving their McAdams signs, apparently about half an hour before I passed by.

Now, here is proof that Democrat signs could be found in Wasilla.

It is too late, of course. The election is over, Sean Parnell remains governor. I have no idea what Berkowitz will do next, or what Diane Benson will do, or Scott McAdams. I believe they all want time to think about it.

Closer crop of the stuck limo.

As I drove on, I found myself facing a dilemma. When I see people get stuck, it has been my life-long practice to stop and try to help out. After I lost my right shoulder and got a new one, I could no longer help if it meant that I had to push, because my shoulder was just too fragile for that.

My shoulder is much stronger now, but still weak. Two nights ago, I filled a five gallon bucket with water that I had removed from one of my fish tanks so that I could replace it with fresh water. I absent-mindedly grabbed the bucket handle with my right hand, lifted it up and began to walk toward my office door.

I didn't get very far, because I suddenly felt the pain and stress in my shoulder and had to put the bucket down.

That was two nights ago.

I still feel the pain in my shoulder - not terribly, but it is there.

"Yes," I told myself, "but if I need to push, I can do it with my left."

And then I noticed the Americano that Carmen had prepared for me, sitting in the cup holder. I picked it up and took a sip. It was good, and hot. If I turned around, went back to the limo and got involved in something, it might be cold when I got back to it. It was nice, cozy and warm in the car, with All Things Considered playing on the radio.

Plus, that limo looked to be really stuck. It was going to take a lot more than me to get it unstuck. And it looked like all efforts to unstick it had come to halt for awhile, anyway. Maybe a big truck was coming to yank it out.

I decided something like that must be the case. I took another sip and drove on.

 

To see larger slides of the stuck limo, click here.

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Reader Comments (12)

Good thinking, Bill! Take good care of yourself. We need you.

November 5, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterGrandma Nancy

First, that's the craziest limo... I'm just shaking my head. Second, I don't think that's one you'll get pushed out. Good call not stopping for that one. I'm thinking a backhoe with a chain might get it out. Maybe...
Strange things you come upon in your travels. Really.

November 5, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMikey

Ha ha, Bill, this looks like a redneck Mormon family pickup truck! LOL

November 5, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterD. Fidjeland

Redneck Mormons. LOL.

Yeah, that is one strange limo.

November 5, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterdebby

Well, I have been very bad at addressing comments lately. When the day comes to its end, I just don't have the energy left to do it and when the next day begins, I just want to move on to other things. But comments are important to me, and I do want to answer them, so I will start here and try to catch up - at least far back as election day:

Grandma Nancy - Thank you. It's nice to feel needed.

Mikey - Crazy limo, yet pretty normal for Wasilla. You are right - I do run into strange things. Wandering around Arizona is also good for coming across strange things. Margie and I are determined to come down sometime this winter, although I don't know how.

Dave - I like that one!

Debby - For background, Dave and I spent two-and-half years as young teenage friends attending the same Mormon ward in Eureka, California, where we were sometimes hell raisers trouble makers - by Mormon standards.

We have not seen each other for three or four decades, but now we are Facebook friends.

November 6, 2010 | Registered CommenterWasilla, Alaska, by 300

I don't blame your cranky shoulder for protesting at a 5-gallon bucket of water. We used to carry those 5-gallon buckets of water to the chicken house from the windmill. It was a goodly distance. And it was no easy task. And you asked your cranky shoulder to cooperate???

You need to get a smaller bucket.

November 6, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterWhiteStone

I saw your picture on the ADN website yesterday. I instantly felt cool because I already knew what the picture was before I ever clicked on the title. :)

November 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterRocksee

This is why i wouldnt use anyone else but NYC limousine rental!

November 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterVance

Thanks for the advice, Whitestone. Actually, all I need to do is switch to my left when I lift the bucket. I am fine then.

Rocksee - glad I gave you the jump on the Daily News. And I'm glad the daily news picked up on this. The extra exposure is nice.

Vance - normally, this would qualify as spam and would be screened out, but, given the context and the fact that you have a vital service to provide for us here in Wasilla, I pulled it from the screen. Come prom time, I suspect that you will have to send a fleet of limos to Wasilla. It's a long drive. You should start soon.

November 7, 2010 | Registered CommenterWasilla, Alaska, by 300

No wonder it's there, they painted only the stretch section...hmmm seems like the political endorsements didn't go too well.

November 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAlvin

I hope that wasn't a NYC limousine rental!

November 9, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterNYC limousine rental

that is strange limo.

January 24, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterBristol Limo Hire

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