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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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Paul Herbert, "Snook," cuts the fish he caught in his wheel - Part 2 of 2

The fish that Paul Herbert, "Snook" caught in his fishwheel have been put on the cutting table, directly in front of his smokehouse.

Snook has sharpened his knife. He feels the edge. It is smooth and sharp, ready to slice through salmon flesh.

Just as he learned to do as a boy while living with his grandmother, Belle Herbert, Snook cuts his fish. He works swiftly and expertly.

He fillets a salmon, leaving the two halves connected at the tail.

He cuts the end off at an angle, to create a shape that will facilitate the drying process.

Pushing down hard, Snook runs the knife over the cut fish in a way that will squeeze out the blood. Too much blood left behind could ruin the meat.

Snook makes angle cuts through the flesh at regular intervals. 

Each cut leaves a clean strip of white on the inside of the skin. This will allow the skin to stretch so that the segments of cut meat are separated through the drying and smoking process.

Applying considerable pressure, Snook runs the knife over the salmon skin to begin the stretching process.

He soaks the cut fish in brine for a spell.

After the fish soak, Snook places them on a rack where they will hang briefly.

As they hang, he stretches the skin some more. He wants to be certain that segments that he has cut do not come in contact with each other, as this could cause them to spoil.

After the fish hang for a spell on the outside rack, Snook transfers them into his smokehouse.

The fish that Paul has cut hang in the smoke.

Snook had been a little worried that the big red king might have been too far along on its spawning journey, but when he cut into it, he found that the flesh was still good. He will cut this one up into sections for freezing.

He places the cuts sections in a large bowl for washing.

His wife Alma washes the cut sections.

Snook had also cut salmon strips, which he will now transfer from the outside rack into the smokehouse. Yellow jacket hornets gather around, hoping to get a share.

Harold Frost who had come from Old Crow, Yukon Territory, to play his fiddle at the Gwich'in Gathering stops by. Alma gives him a box of salmon that she had jarred the day before to put in his boat and take home with him.

 

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Reader Comments (11)

great pictures and interesting....smoked salmon is the best

July 30, 2010 | Unregistered Commentertwain12

Fascinating! I've never seen it done that way. Love this post!

July 30, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMikey

Great tutorial on cutting/smoking salmon. And I'll betcha he had all fish cleaned and hung in less time than it took you to post the photos and words. I watched fellows filet bass in northern Minnesota. They made it look so simple and they were indeed fast!

July 30, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterWhiteStone

His fish cutting and preparation is perfect!

July 30, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAsta

It's amazing what you can learn here! I have a question. Are the strips of salmon canned in jars after they are smoked? ( Oops, is that the next part?)

July 30, 2010 | Unregistered Commentermocha

I was just going to ask if the cuts were canned or frozen. Mocha beat me to it. I enjoyed your pictures I have never had smoked salmon. I think I'll pop into talk to Snook and Alma...

July 31, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterdebby

beautiful essay, bill! I'll send it along to some salmon-eating friends of mine to look at. also, as you may know, smoked salmon is a favorite with us Jews. we call it lox...and if it's not real salty we call it nova lox. we eat it w/bagels and cream cheese, one of the great pleasure of life.

July 31, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterRuth Z Deming

this was so interesting. i have never heard or seen salmon smoked this way. fascinating! i am surprised that there were not a dozen or so cats wanting to help out.

July 31, 2010 | Unregistered Commentermomsbusy

Thanks, everybody, and as to that question...

no, jarring salmon is a totally separate process than smoking.

August 1, 2010 | Registered CommenterWasilla, Alaska, by 300

A very interesting article. I was initially drawn to it because of the fisherman's name. He and I almost share the exact same name. I would be very interested to sit and talk with Herb but doubt to have the opportunity.

August 15, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterHerb Snook

Hi!!
I´m from Peru and i found this tecnic very interesting, I just would like to know what kind of wood do you use to smoked the salmon, how long do you have to do it and does the room has to be complety close while smoking?
I would really apreciate you answer,
Thank you!!!

May 5, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterMaribell

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