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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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Jul082010

ICC Nuuk, Greenland, part 8: Three of the many gifts and awards given - a mask to the Premier, an Edmunds to Mary Simon, a belated plaque to Jose Kusugak, who learned about his cancer too late

I did not suddenly return to Greenland. I am still here in Wasilla, but with a mountain of work left over from Greenland and now it is time to start posting it, so I will begin with a little award and gift-giving.

There were many gifts and awards given out at the 11th General Assembly of the Inuit Circumpolar Council, held in Nuuk June 28 - July 2. Each of the many speakers received a gift and many honored and accomplished people who attended in non-speaking capacities did also, but, to keep it simple, I will limit this presentation to three.

First, this Iñupiaq mask was given by North Slope Borough Mayor Edward Itta, President of the Alaska Delegation, to Premier Kuupik Kleist of Greenland, left, in honor of his nation having served as host to this year's General Assembly.

Basking in the honor with him is Hans-Pavia Rosing of Greenland, right, who served as the first Chair of ICC and has been active in the organization throughout its entire history.

This is Ronald Brower Sr. of Barrow, the artist who made the mask.

The most prestigious honor handed out at each General Assembly is the Bill Edmunds Award, named for a man who grew up in Labrador, Canada, to become an Inuit activist. Edmunds was involved the founding of ICC in 1980 and remained active in the organization for the rest of his life.

Mary Simon, a past Chair of ICC, has also been a leader in ICC since its beginning. Here, outgoing Chair Jim Stotts presents her with a plaque that acknowledges her many accomplishments.

Stotts then gives her a scuplture as a gift.

Simons speaks to the General Assembly.

"We still have a lot of work ahead of us to work to improve the lives of our fellow Inuit. Our health and wellbeing should be our next major goal. We must do this in order to provide a better future for our children and youth," she told them, after acknowledging the honor. She said it came as a total surprise.

As do all gathered from each of the four nations, delegates from Greenland and Canada give Simon a standing ovation.

She waves back.

Jose Kusugak, the former President of Inuit Tapiriit Kanatami, a national Candian Inuit organization, and the current President of the Kivalliq Inuit Association in Rankin Inlet, Nunavut, Canada, was the 2006 winner of the Edmund Award. 

However, the plaque that he was to be given failed to arrive when the 10th General Assembly met in Barrow in that year, so he was awarded it this year, immediately after Simon received hers. It proved to be perhaps the most emotional moment of the entire General Assembly.

"I really did want to come here and somebody was trying to prevent me from coming here," Kusugak told the assembly, "A few months ago I was diagnosed with cancer and they operated, but they said it was a little too late." He said he wanted to come anyway and to tell the circumpolar people to please exercise their right to get their health checked up early and ofteb, especially if they suspected that something might be wrong.

Despite being told it is a little too late, Kusugak has not given up. He asked the people for their prayers. "I have grandchildren that I want to see grow up and I'm too young... I might have gray hair, but I'm too young."

As he speaks, his words follow on the large screen in the background.

Kusugak is 59.

As he leaves the podium, Kusugak receives an encouraging shake of the hand.

Translators inside Canada's translation booth stand in Kusugak's honor. Interpreter Martha Flaherty wipes away a tear.

 

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Reader Comments (5)

here is hoping that Jose Kusugak will see his grandchildren grow up

July 8, 2010 | Unregistered Commentertwain12

>"Here, outgoing Chair Jim Stotts presents her with a plague that acknowledges her many accomplishments."

Oh, no! I hope it's not the bubonic plague, Bill! :-)

I know, I know ... you meant to type "plaque" didn't you?

Best wishes always, Albert

July 8, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAlbert Lewis

Thanks, Albert. I have corrected it. The heck of it is I knew I might knew that, so I double-checked my "plaques" to make certain they were correct - yet it got through, anyway. Someday, hopefully, I will be able to hire a good proof reader.

Thanks again -- just wanted to say I love the ability to see the photos again in slide shows!

July 8, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterGrandma Nancy

May Mr Kusugak have his wish fufilled...
And thank you for taking us all along on this trip- waiting for all you have yet to share when you have time

July 10, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAlaska Pi

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