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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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Mar072010

We follow Mr. Horsey to the end of the beginning of the Iditarod; he gets eaten by a big fish; Balto comes to the rescue

We did not arrive at Fourth Avenue in downtown Anchorage for the ceremonial start of the Iditarod until near the end, when just a few teams were left to go. We were not concerned about this, because the real start is on Sunday, at Willow, in the afternoon and we are pretty sure we will be there.

Still, Jacob and Lavina wanted to take Kalib downtown so that he could experience some of the flavor of it all and I wanted to go, to. Margie wanted to hang out with Jobe and he needed a babysitter. So I dropped her off at the house, then accompanied Jacob, Lavina and Kalib to Fourth Avenue.

But what is that little Mr. Horsey doing tucked into Jacob's coat as he and Kalib walk down Fourth Avenue?

Here. Read the story for yourself. The above letter came to Jacob and Lavina in a box along with a disposable camera. So, before Mr. Horsey makes his next journey, before hopefully one day in the near future returning to his first grade class in Killan, Jacob, Lavina, and Kalib thought they would give him a chance to experience the Iditarod.

Jacob is photographing Mr. Horsey with the banner that marks the Iditarod starting line in the background.

I believe this is the third to the last team to go. Jacob takes a disposable camera picture with the sled dogs in the background.

Shortly after the last team had left, this man, wearing a wolverine hat, and this woman, wearing a wolf hat, posed with Mr. Horsey.

I am not sure how such a scene will play in a first grade classroom in Southern California, but it does represent life in Alaska.

Shortly after that, Mr. Horsey sat in on a dog team line himself.

Melanie and Charlie joined us, under a real, live, snarling, angry, grizzly bear. I was terrified, but, as you can see, these three were very brave. The bear did not frighten them at all.

Across the street from the bear and a few steps down the sidewalk, Mr. Horsey took a short nap on the wing of an airplane flown by a rather odd pilot and his oddball passengers.

I don't think this airplane would pass annual and I am certain there are some aviation safety violations going on here.

From there, we walked down the hill to the train station.

"Take my picture, quick!" Mr. Horsey shouted at me. "Before we get run over!"

Then we met this fellow, whose name I forget. I wasn't worried about that, because he directed us to a table womanned by his wife to get a brochure and he said his name was there. So I got the brochure and I just now took a look at it for the first time and it has no names in it at all.

Anyway, he had some puppies for sale. These are a mix of great dane and something else - I forget what, because I thought that was going to be on the brochure, too, but it's not. His web address is, however, and maybe the information is there. I haven't looked yet and it is late and I am tired and want to get to bed, so I will leave that to you, if you are interested.

He said he also had some small breed pups and that Bristol Palin had bought one from him in the morning.

He and his wife also cater pony-parties for kids. All that information should be on the website, I would think.

Next, we moved on to the snow sculptures, where a giant halibut took an interest in Mr. Horsey.

Oh no! A leaping salmon got him!

How are we ever going to explain this to that first grade class in Killan?

Assuming that he and Melanie would be able to get tickets to the Miners and Trappers Ball, Charlie planned to enter the beard contest at 8:00 PM. I would have liked to have gone to take pictures of him competing, but, I didn't have a ticket and I was pretty sure that Margie and I would be back in Wasilla by eight.

We tried a couple of other places, but there were no seats available. Melanie called ahead to Snow City and by the time we reached there, walking, there was a table for us.

I ordered a portabello mushroom sandwich and Charlie picked up the tab.

I had never thought of Snow City as a place to eat any meal other than breakfast, but, that sandwich...

superb!

Kalib ordered some hot chocolate topped with whipped cream. He found it superb as well.

After lunch, Melanie and Charlie parted company with us and went their own way.

As we walked the mile or so back to the car, Jacob said he wanted to stop by the Balto statue to pay his respects to this great lead dog who saved so many people in Nome during the 1925 diphtheria serum run.

When we got to the statue, I could not believe my eyes. Balto had saved Mr. Horsey. I have no idea how Balto did it, but, as anyone can plainly see, he did.

Jacob, Kalib and Mr. Horsey, under the banner that marks the ceremonial starting line for the Iditarod.

We walked on, past the Fur Rendez carnival. Kalib had grown very sleepy.

He fell asleep in the car immediately.

I guess everybody was pretty tired.

In fact, I'm tired. Too tired to describe what is going on here.

These two had enjoyed a lovely time together while the rest of us followed Mr. Horsey about.

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Reader Comments (20)

Mr. Horsey is a great idea. Although, next time, I'll bet the letter is going to ask that he be sent to people who will not stick him in front of trains or let him be eaten by leaping salmon. Betcha.

Nice day all around. Enjoyed the pictures.

March 7, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterdebby

Imagine me laughing out loud! Terrific post!

March 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMerryone

What a great day you had. Jobe is growing up so fast. : )

March 7, 2010 | Unregistered Commenteremilypeacock

I'll bet the 1st grade kids will really enjoy this. The fur hats, too.

March 7, 2010 | Unregistered Commentersnowbilly

You are just too cool! I love Mr. Horsey, and I love that he went to the start of the race. Thanks for taking us along. I always learn something new over here :)

March 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMikey

looks like a great day for everybody including Mr. Horsey ...great story

March 7, 2010 | Unregistered Commentertwain12

I miss a week here, and look what happens!! Jobe IS growing so fast! Too fast! He looks so happy and sweet and all that!
Great post Bill! love all the pics!! Kids will love em too!

March 7, 2010 | Unregistered Commenteraview999

I think this is my favorite post ever. Kalib's sleepy eyes touch me. And I think your wife is in love with another!

March 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterManxMamma

Fabulous post! Laughter the whole way. (Love Melanie's gloves!)

March 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMichelle

I hope when you add your location to the letter you will include a link to this fine blog. I bet the kids would love it!

March 7, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterthe problem child

What a fun day out for Mr. Horsey! :)

March 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAsh

That is one lucky horsey!

March 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterSylvia

Love the horsey and how he made his way through such a great event!

My family and I will also be in Willow today for the Iditarod, but we will be on one of the lakes the race crosses, to avoid the crowds and to just get a more personal feel with the racers. I'm looking forward to it, as its the first time since we've lived here that I havent had to work on race day!

Have a great time today!

March 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterLisaJ

So how did Charlie's beard do in the beard contest?

March 7, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterdebby

Very enjoyable post, very busy post, appears to have been a very large day........Charlie and Melanie are a good looking couple, they got that look about 'em........Jobe is going to need a haircut pretty soon!

Thanks for sharing

March 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMGSoCal

I hope no one sends Mr. Horsey my way...I would never be able to compete with his Alaskan adventure! Although I'm sure he would try his best to be polite about it...he would yawn and try not to seem too bored.

March 8, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMartha

Thanks for taking Mr. Horsey on an Alaskan Adventure. I am sure the kids in my cousins class in Rowland Heights, CA (Killian St) will love to hear about this adventure. I will share this blog with my cousin so that she can share the picutres with the kids.

Great pics of Alaksa. Makes me want to go and spend more time up there.

Thanks again! :)

March 8, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterCarla

I am the teacher responsible for Mr. Horsey. I can not wait to show my students your creative pictures. They are so funny. They are going to love them. Thank you so much for taking the time to show Mr. Horsey around.

March 9, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJolene Martin

Mr Horsey is my new hero! Such a brave guy, to hang out with you all day... :-)

Kalib looks like he appreciates whipped cream on hot cocoa as much as I do. Smart kid.

I need to send you a picture of my beautiful Great Dane-Basset hound mix, Daisy Lou. If anyone needs a laid-back sweetheart of a dog roughly the size of a miniature horse, I highly recommend the combination!

March 9, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterCynthiaC54

Hey bill if i had known you were watching the start of the iditarod i would have gone and met your family we took our girls to watch from the firth avenue parking garage and they enjoyed it and thanks for stopping by and saying hello we'll see you again whenever we make it back down that way

March 11, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAhmaogak

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