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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
Nov082010

A handsome young fellow with eye boogers sweeps in and takes my wife away

I am alone now, and this is how it happened: 

Early yesterday afternoon, as I was sitting right here, at my computer, I heard a knock on my office door. This should have caused me to be suspicious right then. Nobody around here needs to knock on my office door. All they need to do is to open it and walk in.

Hell. The cats do this all the time. They never knock. They just push the door open and walk in.

So you would expect the people to do the same.

But no.

Someone knocked.

So I opened the door.

What you see above is what I saw - Jobe, held in Margie's arms, just beyond the threshold to my door.

"Jobe's come to take me away," Margie told me.

Look into his eyes and you will see eye boogers, because Jobe had been napping. Little people get eye boogers when they nap - even handsome little people.

Yet, it does not diminish their magnetism and charm - the way it would to you or I, if either of us were to show up to steal someone's spouse away, with boogers in our eyes.

Look at Jobe's charm! See how handsome he is! Feel his magnetism!

Against this, eye boogers or no, I knew that I could not compete.

Jobe and Margie.

Soon, Margie was strapped into the back seat of the car Jacob gave to Lavina on her recent birthday, right next to Jobe. And look! There's Kalib! He was in on this, too!

And Lavina! For how could Jobe and Kalib even have come out here, without her assistance?

At any rate, Margie is gone now, to be with them in Anchorage.

She will be with them all week.

Jacob has gone to Bethel today and on to Kwethluk; after that, Kodiak.

As soon as he gets back, Lavina goes to Nome.

So Jobe and Kalib came to get Margie, to help fill the gap.

And me, I am left here alone, where I have no choice but to eat the left-over Halloween candy all by myself.

I have eaten quite a bit of it already, but there is still quite a bit left to go.

I am dedicated, though. I will get the job done.

It's much easier to eat the Halloween candy when you are alone, after a handsome and charming little guy has snatched your wife away.

I could choose alcohol to deal with the loneliness, but instead I choose Halloween candy.

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Reader Comments (10)

in that case the candy is a better choice :)

November 8, 2010 | Unregistered Commentertwain12

haha!

November 8, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMichelle

I've been away from your blog for long enough that the grand babies have grown. So handsome, I can see why Margie let herself be whisked away to the city!

November 8, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterKelly

I love it when you post pictures of the grandbabies! I cannot wait for the day that my husband and I become grandparents(although I do hope its not for many more yrs,lol, my kids are still teens!).

As for the Halloween candy, I would NEVER eat a bunch of candy((looks around for husband and kids)) Ok, I'm fibbing...I have a huge sweet tooth and lets just say our leftover Halloween candy didnt last long. Ooops! :)

November 8, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterLisa J

Instead of boogers, we say "he still has some sleep in his eye". Margie is a lucky gramma to live so close to her grandbabies.

Send the candy corn to Iowa. We need it here.

November 8, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterWhiteStone

It's good to see another side of Wasilla. Down below, all we hear is $arah news.

November 8, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterericmiami

aaawwwww....adorable dahling!!! umwahh!
hes so so cuteee... so much of innocence in dose dreamy eyes!!
Love the second pic..wer his fingers r covered by his sleeves...choo cutee!! I just wish he wouldn't grow up soon..so that I can meet him...else Lavina n family should plan a trip to India sooon...v soon! :) We would love to have the kids here! and m sure their Granpa will be more excited than them! :D

November 8, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterSuji

Keep that Wasilla coming Bill........Good stuff!........Watch out for that candy, ends up making you feel tired.

November 8, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMGSoCal

It's a sad picture you paint - younger good looking man comes in and steals your wife away leaving you alone to comfort yourself with the Halloween candy.

I write this with tears in my eyes.

November 9, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterdebby

if you hadn't pointed out the sleep in the eye, i'll bet people would not have noticed it! lavina bears a strong resemblance to margie. be a man, bill, and throw that g'dam halloween candy out. comfort yourself with delicious healthy foods like HOT SOUP. dare you to go in the kitchen and make some delicious hot soup. use every ingredient in the frig.

November 9, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterRuth Z Deming

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