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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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Thursday
Apr082010

My lens smudged and dirty, I walk into Central Park, where I am greeted by a smiling dog

I had barely stepped into Central Park when I saw this little dog, smiling at me.

I also saw this woman, photographing what I took to be a cherry tree. She said that she did not think it was a cherry tree, but rather a tree that she thought was pretty, but could not identify.

I still think it was a cherry tree, but I could be wrong and she could be right.

I saw a big rock, with many people upon it.

A jet passed overhead.

A girl slid carefully down the rock...

...another slid down a slippery slide...

...as did still another.

I saw a bunch of boys, sitting upon a rail fence as they watched...

...another boy leap over a picnic table.

I saw a young man practicing his rock climbing skills. I asked him if he ever did serious rock climbing and where. He said yes, and named the Adirondacks. He radiated pride when he told me that, so I did not tell him that I was from Alaska.

He was loving his mountains and I did not wish to upstage him in even the smallest way.

I saw a little boy, shooting bubbles at a little girl.

I followed the sound of a drumbeat, and then came upon this fellow. I looked for a container into which I might drop a coin, but found none. He was not begging, he was practicing.

I was amazed to see leaves like this so early in the spring.

I found a little road upon which a pretty woman roller-bladed.

Other people pedaled bicycles...

...some rolled by on push scooters...

...one fellow cranked his way past on a hand-cycle.

Along came a trike, followed by a horse-drawn wagon.

I found a pair of lovers, intertwined with each other, oblvious to my presence.

Another pair of lovers had just taken their vows before a justice of the peace. Now, they had begun their honeymoon. They told me their names, but I did not speak them into my iPhone and so I forgot.

A helicopter passed overhead...

...as did a squirrel.

A little girl rode a horse without using her hands while eating a sucker...

...and a teen wearing high-heeled boots jumped between two oppositely oscillating ropes.

Since I got this pocket camera in December, I have been working the battery hard and heavy and all of a sudden, it has grown weak. It died immediately after I took this picture of a young woman teaching a younger boy how to manipulate his skateboard. If the battery had still had the ability to retain a charge that it had up until very recently, it would have still been good for at least 200 more frames - maybe 300. There was much left in Central Park for me to see and photograph.

I did not feel too badly about it, though, because I figured that I had taken enough pictures and if I were to take anymore, I would just have to spend that much more time editing them.

Yet, just as I was exiting the park, I saw something that I had to photograph.

So I pulled out my iPhone - as I would two more times after my pocket camera battery would again die in New York. I will post some iPhone pictures on another day.

 

Next up: A quick stop in the old graveyard across the street from where the Twin Towers once stood.

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I cannot get over the fact that you were in Central Park and did not take a picture of Balto. Must be due to your battery. I love central park, and the music, and the aliveness of it, the naturalness of it, set in the heart of something that is not natural at all.

That little church is awesome, isn't it? Seems strange that you were so close....

April 8, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterdebby

You made me want to be there!

April 8, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterManxMamma

Want to know something (or a lot) more about those big rocks in Central Park. A fascinating book, "In Suspect Terrain," by John McPhee - as little as $1.24 on Amazon.com - is well worth your time. But then *everything by McPhee is worth your time, believe me!

April 8, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAlbert Lewis

Multiculturalism - thy name is NYC. Lovely!

April 8, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMichelle

from the sky to the rocks and everything in between. i'm having serious tree envy...especially of that golden chain tree.

April 8, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterdahli22

Lovely! Darn battery! Thank you, will probably never get there, but feel like I've been!

April 8, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterKathryn Mueller

You gave me big smiles today, Bill. Love the exuberance and vitality of NYC and especially Central Park. Would love to visit again one more time. Photos are lovely!

April 8, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterGrandma Nancy

What an exuberant series! Thank you for sharing.

April 8, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterCGinWI

the world through your eyes is, as usual, an extremely interesting place

April 8, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterWendy Warnick

This is truly an amazing series of photos! I can hardly believe that they were all taken with your little camera. I am really glad that it has worked out so well for you. I think this is one of my favorite series of Bill goes more than 300 miles outside of Wasilla journeys.

Take care,

Charlie

April 8, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterCharlie

without question, your best photos ever, bill! you truly captured the essence of central park. if only there was someone out there who would buy them.

April 9, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterRuth Z Deming

To all: I have been very negligent about responding to comments lately (although I always read them) just because I have been overwhelmed with so many things. When the day comes to an end, I simply cannot pull the energy out of myself to answer comments. But I see that as an important part of what a blogger should do, so I am going to try to get back on track.

Okay:

Debby - Yes, you are right. I had intended to photograph Balto, but I moved through the park at turtle speed and, long before I reached Balto, my battery had died. Next time.

ManxMamma: You must go.

Albert: Thanks for the suggestion. I must do that. In Alaska, we are all familiar with John McPhee. I have great respect for him.

Michelle: Yes, absolutely. That's one of the many things that makes me so proud of New York City.

Dahli - Thanks. I wondered what kind of tree that was.

Kathryn: I think maybe you will get there. Given its place in American and world history and culture, along with the pure dynamism of the place I would suggest to anyone that if they possibly can, they visit New York City.

Grandma - Always glad when I can make you smile.

CGinWi - You are most welcome.

Wendy - Thank you!

Charlie - It would have been even more fun if you, Melanie, Diamond, Bear Meech and Poof had been tagging along.

Ruth - Thank you. That would be nice. Very soon, I must figure out a way to generate some income with this blog.

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