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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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Jul062010

I sleep long and sound and then I'm lazy all day; kids and grandkids come out; Jimmy, my good black cat, disappears / 13 image slide show

Last night, I went to bed at midnight. I would say that I fell asleep within 15 minutes - something that is very unusual for me. And then I have no memory of ever waking up until after 8:00 AM. I then went right back to sleep and stayed that way until about 10:25 AM.

Very, very, unusual for me.

Truly, I have been lazy all day. I have done very little and it has felt good. But there was one horrible event today.

Anyway, you see that I have posted but one picture, yet I have prepared a total of 13 images for this post. I am still tired and lazy - too lazy to place the other images into the post and to write about them in my usual way. Instead, I will present them as a slideshow, not in the order that they happened, but in the order that they just happened to fall when I uploaded them en masse into the slideshow.

You can make of them what you will, but here are a few hints:

Melanie and Charlie came out this morning and treated Margie and I to breakfast at Mat-Su Valley Family Restaurant. 

Afterwards, the four of us and Jim were sitting out in the backyard noting how overgrown everything is. Margie usually keeps a little patch between the porch and the picnic table trimmed down but since she has been spending her weekdays in town babysitting Jobe, she hasn't done so.

Plus, there was no weed-whacker to be found. I wondered why there wasn't. Melanie said it was because Jacob sold the weed-whackers during the yard sale we had two summers ago, when I was hurt.

Margie got into the car went off to buy two weed-whackers - one electric and the other a hand-swinger.

While she was gone, Jacob, Lavina, Kalib and Jobe showed up.

When he found out that his Mom was buying weed-whackers, Jacob proclaimed his innocence. He said he had not wanted to sell the weed-whackers, but Mom insisted, because she just wanted everything gone.

Then Margie came back and people started whacking weeds.

Jim kept wandering too far for my comfort, so I brought him back into the house.

Then I went to sit at computer for awhile and stare into cyberspace.

At some point as I was doing this, with people going in and out through the doors, Jimmy slipped unseen back outside and disappeared.

We searched and searched for Jimmy, but he could not be found.

I personally went through the dried up marsh twice, but found no sign. Once, as I was doing so, I tripped and fell. I went up and down the road. No Jim.

It was horrible.

Then Lavina found him out in the swamp, but he was frightened, did not recognize her and pulled away from her grasp of rescue. Jacob summoned me to go back and get him. So I did and I came upon a very frightened Jim but no Lavina.

She had taken a bad fall and worse yet, had stepped on a log with a nail sticking out of it and that nail had pierced the sole of her sandals and had gone deep into her foot.

I put Jim back in the house, Lavina and Margie cleaned her foot up and then Lavina, Kalib and I went to Metro Cafe, but they had closed early for the holiday. So we went to Little Millers and got ice cream cones and a shake.

Kalib fed the fish.

Chicago came to me to get a pet.

Other things happened today, too, but this is enough to hint about the slide show.

And here is the 13 image slide show

I hope to get back to work on my ICC Nuuk materials Tuesday, but I do not think that I will begin to present the material before Thursday. I want to spend some serious time with it, first.

Charlie took the picture of Jim and me. Since this blog is about how I view the world, I am not supposed to publish pictures here taken by other people until I photograph those pictures myself, either on my iPhone, my computer screen or as a print, but I remain just too tired and lazy to go through all that right now, so I am presenting the photo just as Charlie took it. It kind of looks like I am glowering at Jimmy, but I'm not. I'm looking at him with great affection.

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Reader Comments (11)

I hope Lavinia has had her tetanus toxoid shots?

You need them every decade, and earlier if you have something happen like Lavinia.

July 6, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterlilly-lily

Well, your brain is still somewhere enroute from Greenland. Only your body has made it back to Wasilla. Give your brain a day or two to catch up with you, then you'll be okay.

July 6, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAlbert Lewis

Always something happening at the Hess's. Never a day's rest! Glad you found Jim, poor guy. Hope Lavina's foot is alright. My doctor told me the rule of thumb is if you can't name the month and year of your last tetanus shot, you get the shot!

July 6, 2010 | Unregistered Commentermocha

Sounds like a hectic day. As others have noted, check Lavinia's tetanus shot status! Very bad stuff!

July 6, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterOmegaMom

Hello all~
I just came from the doc, got antibiotics, shot is updated. Limping but foot ok.

July 6, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterLavina

Bill you've been across so many time zones and back with no rest - you're entitled to lazy! I enjoyed the slide show, especially Kalib enjoying his ice cream. I might just have to treat myself to one tonight, it hit 100F in Boston today!

July 6, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterPat in MA

wow what a day...glad everybody was alright at the end and take the rest bill

July 6, 2010 | Unregistered Commentertwain12

Thanks for the update Lavina! Jobe is sooooo cute. Kalib too of course!

What a day!

July 6, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMichelle

I got distracted by Lavina and Jim's perils and forgot to say I really like the slide show format. I also wanted to say that I am always so impressed with the way the Hess family works together, pulls together, whether it's whacking weeds, finding lost cats, hiking the Arizona wilderness, I can tell you all take care of one another. It's a real testament to you and Margie's values and the kind of children you raised.

July 6, 2010 | Unregistered Commentermocha

I was going to say that Lavina needed a shot of antibiotic. Glad to see that she figured that for herself.

Glad you're safely home with your family.

July 6, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterdebby

I, too, am loving the slideshow format for the pics. Glad you made it home and have been able to get some much needed and deserved rest. Poor Jim. He's a beautiful cat, and surely a loved one, too. He reminds me of my first indoor cat who was huge, loving, and very much a hunter. There were a couple of times he disappeared for several days at a time worrying everyone greatly.

Hope Lavina's foot improves quickly, and that you continue to sleep as well as you did last night. I also hope poor Jim doesn't go wandering out alone again. He may have learned the world can be a scary place for a little guy who's out there all alone! It's sometimes better to explore with a friend by your side.

Rebecca
NC

July 6, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterRebecca

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