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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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Jul042010

ICC Nuuk, Greenland, part 7: On the flight out, the song of a Greenlandic choir slips through my inflight movie headphones

Although I have much left to report from ICC Nuuk and more pictures to display, I must now do it from another place. As you can see, I boarded an Air Greenland Dash 8 turbo-prop and flew out of Nuuk. At first, we went north, to Kangerlussuaq, where the US military once built an airstrip long enough to handle the big jet that I would need to transfer to before I could continue on to Copenhagen.

Looking down at a fjord, near the coast.

The boy who sat in front of me.

This is the jet that I transferred to in Kangerlussuaq.

It was a four-hour plus flight from Kangerlussuaq to Copenhagen and so, after we flew for a bit, I put the headphones on and settled in to watch the inflight movie. About half way through, it seemed to me that I could barely hear the singing of the Greenlandic Choir, Aavaat, who I had enjoyed during the Day of the Seal, as I will yet post.

I did not believe it. I thought it was just music playing in my head, because when I leave a place, the music of that place does always tend to play in my head as I travel.

Yet, muffled though it was by the audio of the movie and the airplane noise, it began to sound real to me. So I removed my headphones.

Sure enough, there was a choir singing, right inside the airplane and it was Aavaat, who had performed so beautifully in Nuuk. Here are some of those who sung.

And here are a few more.

After the plane landed a blonde fellow stood up and he was holding a Yup'ik-style drum from Alaska. It was Christopher Lieu, a Danish musician who has traveled to Alaska many times to perform with Pamyua. He also performed with them in Nuuk.

The drum was made and given to him ten or 11 years ago by Ossie of Pamyua.

I am posting this from inside Terminal 2 of the Copenhagen airport and my laptop battery just went into the red. I had better stop now.

When I bought this computer, they told me the battery would be good for four hours. Ha! It's not even been a full hour.

Really irritating.

Hey! It's the Fourth of July! I am in Denmark, but by evening, I should be back in Wasilla, Alaska, USA. There will be fireworks blowing up.

 

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Reader Comments (9)

what a treat to be serenaded on a flight ...have a great 4th of July

July 4, 2010 | Unregistered Commentertwain12

this would happen only in bill's world--you're on a plane...and the passengers break into song! great post.

July 4, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterdahli22

Agreed dahli222! Bill's life is an adventure for sure.

July 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMichelle

You missed the fireworks. The city does the city does their celebration at midnight on the 3rd/4th. Besides, it's not dark enough to enjoy the fireworks. I like Stan's display in November much better. And the fireworks at the Fair.

July 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAKPonyGirl

What a fun flight! Have a safe trip home! About that battery issue, sadly it may be time for a new battery; I had to do that recently as mine would no longer hold a charge for more than an hour or so, now with new battery it will go for the recommended time....

July 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAlicia Greene

Welcome home Bill! Cant wait to see more pictures from your adventure in Greenland!

July 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterLisaJ

Welcome home, Bill. I am glad when you go on your adventures and share them with us, but it is good to have you back. From the sounds outside my window, you haven't missed all the fireworks yet. Happy belated 4th!

July 5, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterDianne Woodruff

Get a Mac...there battery last much longer. I've yet to find a PC that last's longer then 45 minutes to an hour. However, if I were on my computer, I'd be typing this from a Ubuntu Desk top with no battery. LOL

I came here searching for a blog about Greenland. So far, I only been to this page, so can't comment much, but loved the Aavaat story. :D

July 16, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterkyt

This blog is 100 percent Mac.

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