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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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Jul122010

ICC Nuuk, Greenland, part 9: On the Day of the Seal, children catch tiny animals in a tidepool

As seal was being barbecued on rocks suspended over tiny fires, I noticed children gathered around a couple of tiny tidepools.

I ventured over for a closer look. They were most intent on what they were doing and they were catching something. I did not know what.

A boy prepares to place his catch in a cup while a little girl peers into the pool in search of hers.

She thrusts her hand into the water and catches it.

Now she goes for the cup to place it in.

Everyone is interested.

A boy also makes a successful catch. What are these little creatures?

H'mmm... looks like baby shrimp to me.

Whatever, they are a source of endless fascination.

 

Now, I have spent the past week in a state of exhaustion beyond all reason and I haven't pulled out of it yet, but I will see if I can finally catch up a bit on my Greenland work and finish this series off. I will never get it all in here, but ICC Alaska is looking for funds to enable us to make a little magazine-style book on the General Assembly, so I trust it will all come together in the end.

 

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Reader Comments (6)

Wonderful photos as usual, Bill. Thanks.

July 12, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAlbert Lewis

Kids are the same everywhere. With us, a half-century ago, it was tadpoles caught in the water of the road ditch along our long farm driveway. I wish all children of the world could be enjoying such good fun.

July 12, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterWhiteStone

this is what kids should be doing...playing...enjoying nature...learning from nature...not sitting home on their computers or cellphones. btw, in the waiting room at my doctor's appt today, i stole a time magazine from may w/the 100 most influential people in it. on the cover was the second most famous citizen from wasilla wearing platform heels and dressed like a barbie doll. i was gagging. when are YOU gonna make the time mag cover?

July 12, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterRuth Z Deming

love seeing the children and their sense of wonder

July 13, 2010 | Unregistered Commentertwain12

Who needs fancy, expensive toys when you have the great outdoors! I love how determined the kids look to make the catch, and then their excitement after having one of the creatures in their possession!

July 13, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterLisaJ

Albert - Thanks.

WhiteStone - Yes, we did the same and caught minnows, too.

Ruth - LOL. Appreciate the sentiment, though.

twain - Yes, and to capture the wonder and excitement that is so alive in children is one of my great joys as a photographer.

Lisaj - I agree. Although they do need to know how to use them, I sometimes feel a little badly when I see young kids out in the midst of things, totally absorbed in the virtual worlds inside their little hand-held devices, oblivious to the real world around them.

Even though here I create for the virutal world, I just hope that sometimes all children can break away now and then into the wonders of the physical world.

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