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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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Friday
Feb052010

An insignificant entry

When one or the other of us has been traveling and returns - and it is usually me - Margie and I have a tradition. We always go out to breakfast the next morning. I still had a little over $7.00 left on the Funny Face Family Restaurant gift certificate, so that's where we went.

As always, it was delicious.

On my walk, I found this little saw lying by the side of the road. I often find tools and such as I walk, most of which I am certain have bounced off a snowmachine or four-wheeler.

A hand saw is not the kind of tool you would normally expect to bounce off a snowmachine. Maybe it bounced out of a pickup truck. When you find something like this, you wonder what you should do. Perhaps someone will come back looking for it, if you just leave it there.

More likely, if it bounced off of any kind of vehicle, by the time they discover it is missing, they will just be puzzled as to what could possibly have happened to it. They will never come back looking; if they do, it will already be gone.

So I picked it up and brought it home. But, it does bother me a little bit, so, if you live in Wasilla or nearby and you recognize this as the saw you just lost, you can have it back.

I had not seen this dog before - must be new in the neighborhood.

The above three pictures are all from yesterday. I fell behind after Margie got home, but now I am about to catch up.

This is from today. Margie, who had not driven a car since she left here to go to Arizona one month ago, wanted to drive into Anchorage to help Lavina get a room ready for her sister, Laverne, and Laverne's daughter, Gracie. They will arrive in Anchorage Saturday.

Margie left for town at noon, and I rode as far with her as Metro Cafe - about two miles away. I had never tried a Metro lunch before, it being a fairly recent feature, so I decided today I would. I had a panini ham sandwich and a bowl of tortilla soup, plus a glass of water.

It was just right.

Then I walked home.

The young woman working in the backgrounbd Kelsey, who readers might also recall seeing recently at work at Vagabond Blues in Palmer

Margie called not long after I got home. Lavina had gone to the hospital. Maybe the baby would be coming home, soon. But after a couple of hours, her doctor sent her back home. The doctor thinks it will still be awhile, but says also that it could be anytime.

Royce is hanging in there.

Now, I must keep this post short and simple, as I have much else to do, but struggle to do it.

It will probably be this way for a few days - but when this new baby comes, whatever I've got going on, I will drop it and you will know about it.

I am now caught up - although, actually, I never catch. I am always behind.

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Reader Comments (9)

What a lunch! I would need a nap afterward, not a 2 mile walk home!

February 5, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterManxMamma

Thanks for this wonderful update, not insignificant at all. We look forward to the next one!

February 5, 2010 | Unregistered Commenteraview999

Even your 'insignificant' posts are fun to read along. Royce looks very weary. Eyes open, aware, but very still within himself. Oh. And that saw? I thought for a minute it might be mine, but I checked. It wasn't. It's not often that you go walking and see a saw.

Oh, and a pearl of wisdom here: It is far better to be behind than to be a behind. So, seems like to me anyway, that you are doing just fine.

February 5, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterdebby

you are the best advertisement ever for family restaurant and metro cafe! i want to go there!!

February 5, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterdahli22

The Metro lunch looks delicious. I am so glad Margie's back in time to welcome the new baby :)

February 5, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAsh

i laffed when i clicked onto your blog and read the title, insignificant blog. how dyou pronounce lavina - laVEENA? i have a woman in my art class named Davida. last nite i called her DaVeeta and she said, No, it's david with an A. bill, we are all excited here in philly cuz a big storm is brewing. they're calling for as much as 24 inches around here. this is the storm that's already hit dc. i've got a pile of books ready to read - found some j d salinger at the library - and wanna watch rocker patti smith tonite on tavis. my boyfriend works at nite so he's walked to the train. when he comes home it'll be difficult to walk in the snow but he's a trooper. he also, as you know from my poem, fixes trains. i'll await word about lavina!

February 5, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterRuth Z Deming

Manx - Trust me - a walk was better. Although, a nap afterward might have been nice, too, had I thought of it.

aview - thank you.

Debby - Sometimes, you might not see a saw, but you might see a see saw.

Dahli - When you do, let me know. We will join you.

Ash - Me too! Thanks.

Ruth - Lahveye nah.

February 5, 2010 | Registered CommenterWasilla, Alaska, by 300

oh, yes, I've seen seesaws while out walking but I don't see saws. But you saw a saw, and by golly you had a camera to commemorate that rare moment.

February 6, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterdebby

Else the rest of us would have never saw the saw. See?

February 6, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterdebby

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