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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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Feb112010

Margie goes to town and drops me off at the edge of the highway, I find food to eat and see some fascinating sights

Margie had a physical therapy appointment in Anchorage this morning, so I had her drop me off at the side of the Parks Highway as she left town. I then went looking for food, and wound up at Mat-Su Family Restaurant, about 30 feet away.

This is my waitress, waiting on someone else.

I am a generous person and am happy to share my waitress with others.

Here is a fellow who has already finished his breakfast, walking back to his vehicle, keys ready to be inserted in the ignition.

She came by refilling coffee cups.

This is the view that I see as I look out my Family Restaurant window: Alaska.

Now I am walking home from Family Restaurant - close to four miles. A dog comes riding over the hill. There is a man in the vehicle with him.

The dog wishes the man would get out for once, and let the dog drive.

But the man won't. The dog does not understand why.

Bill. I think you should go to bed. Get some sleep.

A military jet passes overhead.

Then a military raven flies by. It is carrying little bombs. They will not kill you, but you don't want to get bombed - not by a raven, anyway.

This is Ken Clark. He is wondering why a strange looking man is walking down the street towards him, taking his picture.

He was very amused once he found out.

Now he will be remembered forever.

Just by looking, you can see that this was a very warm day. It got above freezing.

I suppose some people like it that way, but not me.

Not this time of year.

It's just not right. 

It's like mother nature has forgotten where we're at.

Through the Window Metro Study, #42A. That's Karl, Carmen's brother-in-law, and Cindy.

On my way home from my coffee break, I had to stop for these moose. Some may not believe this, but if this had been a cold, snowy, winter, instead of the warm farce that it has been, we would be seeing many more moose.

The number of horses would remain the same.

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Reader Comments (14)

Hilarious post today! Someone's punchy.

February 11, 2010 | Unregistered Commentermocha

ooohhhh the raven caption cracked me up. once i was out in the channel in juneau...in a rowing shell...when i got "bombed" by a seagull. I don't think i have ever rowed so fast to get home...and it was the longest row of my life.

February 11, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterdahli22

Raven bombs....that's funny. Metro Cafe studies always make me smile.

Woke up to lots of snow and I'm loving it. Started at 3 a.m. and there is a real possibility of it continuing until midnight. A rarity in Texas. When I was little my mom used to tell us that someone in heaven was shaking their feather bed with a hole in it. White down goose feathers turning into snow seemed like the perfect explanation. Imagination in high gear.
Under winter storm warning so a perfect day for reading. As it would have it, both of YOUR publications I recently purchased were delivered yesterday.

National Geography Feb 1980...
Wow, you & Margie met at Brigham Young University.
Married in the month of February....HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!
Picture of Rose, Margie, baby Rex and cradle boards is beautiful...could mistake Kalib as being that baby.
Great photos & story of THE WHITE MOUNTAIN APACHE. Liked one of the elders quote "Young people used to respect an old man. Now you come home, kids don't talk to you. It's that TV." Wonder what elders now think of the Internet.

Is there a possible follow-up in book format ....fast forward 30 years??

Gift of the Whale...
So far only looked at the large number of photos.
This book is packed, what a work of art. Labor of love and true tribute to the Inupiat Eskimos. Quite frankly did not expect it to be so extensive, you put a lot of effort into it. Good job...how long did it take to put together???

Love your dedication...
To Margie:
So quiet, always invisible,
Yet for me always there,
Without you this work would not exist.

Have a great day, stay safe and please get some rest.

February 11, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterFunny Face

Correction:

To Margie:
So quiet, always invisible,
yet for me always there.
Without you this work would not exist.

February 11, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterFunny Face

Correction #2
Gosh...it is ALMOST not always ....soooo sorry. This is embarrassing!

To Margie:
So quiet, almost invisible,
yet for me always there.
Without you this work would not exist.

February 11, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterFunny Face

Ken who?

February 11, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterconchscooter

funnyface: where did you find Gift of the Whale? out of print on amazon.

February 11, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterdahli22

bill i've wondered what does 'by 300' mean in the title?

February 11, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterdahli22

http://www.amazon.com/Gift-Whale-Inupiat-Bowhead-Tradition/dp/1570613826/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1265944629&sr=8-1

dahli22
I got it from Amazon.... please check out the above link. You will enjoy it very much....good luck.

February 11, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterFunny Face

Bill - you've inspired me. I'm traveling now, and have my camera at the ready. Have been taking photos of many things during my travels, not just those "camera ready" things. Thank you for the inspiration!

February 11, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMichelle

Bill,

Aces and Wingmen II Vol. 2 (Aces and Wingmen)
Bill Hess (Author), Tom A. Frisque (Editor)

Is this also your book? Is it about what you referred to in your February 8, 2010 blog entry?
"One of these days, should I succeed at keeping this blog going and building it into what I want it to be, I will post the history behind the German Messerschmitt that hangs on my wall, alongside an American Mustang - but no British Spitfire."

February 11, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterFunny Face

Dahli22, if you read the right sidebar on the blog there is an explanation/description of the title.

February 12, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterLisaJ

Hey Bill,

You would like it here in Atlanta now, lots of snow and temperatures below freezing. Yes, mother nature is doing weird things, one of the coldest winters on record here in the Southeast.
Enjoy your blogs. Say hi to Margie for me.

February 12, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterBrother Mac

I am never going to catch up responding to all the comments that I fallen behind with, but, in a general sense - thanks to all of you who have left some.

But - Michelle, glad to have inspired you.

As to specific questions - yes, Dahli, it's all explained in the right hand column.

Funny Face - no, that is a different Bill Hess. I'm glad that you got the book and enjoyed it, as well as the National Geographic. Thanks for the anniversary wishes and the good comments.

Mocha, I was really punchy. I'm even more punchy, now.

Brother Mac - Thanks for being here. I'm glad you are.

Conch - Ken Clark. Do you know him?

February 15, 2010 | Registered CommenterWasilla, Alaska, by 300

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