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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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Aug242010

Margie and I take Kalib and Jobe for five days, part 4: We walk with dinosaurs

Very early in the summer, or maybe it was even late Spring, Jacob bought a bunch of tickets to "Walking With Dinosaurs - The Arena Spectacular" and made me promise that, no matter what kind of project I had going on, I would be home on August 23 so that I could go to the show with my grandson. Like most little kids, Kalib has always loved dinosaurs - even as he has feared them. 

So, not quite an hour before showtime, Caleb, Lisa and I headed to the Sullivan Arena in Anchorage to see the dinosaurs. Once we passed through the gate, Kalib suddenly feared the dinosaurs more than he loved them and he did not want to enter the arena - which was quite dark and there were huge teeth at one end of the floor.

Yet, with encouragement from his Uncle Caleb, Kalib did enter. 

We took our seats, right in the middle on the very front row.

As you can see, Kalib was still a bit apprehensive, but curious, too.

I was a little worried, because I remembered how the roar of the jets at the Arctic Thunder air show at Elemendorf had frightened him at first and I knew the dinosaurs would be big, loud and they would be charging about, flashing and snapping their teeth. Yet, the show was designed with kids in mind and Caleb told me he had heard that it started out kind of fun and gentle, so as to put the little kids at ease.

Just before it started, the MC told us to turn off our cellphones. He said they wouldn't do us any good, anyway, as we were in the age of dinosaurs and there would be no cell phone reception for 165 millions years to come.

I thought about the dinosaurs running around 165 million years ago, right in the middle of their time, in what was the present. It has been the present ever since and soon another 165 million years will have passed and it will still be the present.

Anyway, Caleb was right. The show started out in the Triassic Period, 245 to 208 million years ago, with the focus on a nest filled with eggs and soon two, very cute, baby dinosaurs popped their heads out from the those eggs. This scene was almost entirely blocked from our sight, but because no one would have a clear view of everything that would happen it was also being shown live on large video screens hanging above the arena.

So it started out cute, and all the nervous children were set at ease. All the children loved those baby dinosaurs.

Suddenly, the carnivorous and vicious Liliensternus charged into the scene, ran around the mountains set up in the center of the arena, grabbed one of the baby dinosaurs by the head and devoured it.

All throughout the arena, little children began to scream.

Actually, I made that part up, for dramatic effect. I didn't hear any children scream, but it's possible that some did, but a scream would have been drowned out by the roar and voracious chomping of the ravenous Lilensternus.

This is the mother, Plateosaurus, at 29 feet the largest dinosaur of her time. She was very upset to discover what had happened to her baby. She had one left and was determined to protect it.

Although Kalib had a very expensive seat of his own, he would observe the entire show from the lap of his Uncle Caleb.

And then we were in the Jurassic Period, 208 to 144 million years ago, and there was Stegosaurus...

...and Allosaurus, who wanted to eat Stegosaurus, if only he could get past the deadly spikes on his swinging tail!

Kalib was very brave.

And then along came 72-foot long Brachiosaurus, who stood nearly four stories tall and liked to graze from the tops of trees.

Long though it sounds, the time of the dinosaurs zipped by quickly. Suddenly, we found ourselves in the Cretaceous Period, where Ornithocheirus roared onto the scene...

...a mean, nasty, trio of Ornothocheirus. We in the audience all loved them.

Kalib observes.

The Ornithpcherious gang would have liked to eat this guy, Torosaurus, but that was easier desired than devoured. Although we didn't get to see them, Torosaurus had a harem.

But another Torosaurus wanted the harem for himself. So they fought and the old guy lost. I felt kind of badly for him. Although I am descended from some of the original Mormon polygamists, I never got to have a harem. If I had have, though, it just wouldn't have seemed right to have some young tough guy come and take them away from me.

This is the vegetarian Ankylosaurus, built with armor like a tank - no cannon, but a huge club on his swinging tail.

Who could possibly eat him?

We're looking the gal who could...

It's Tyrannosaurus Rex! T-Rex could eat anybody... one bite and she could swallow 150 pounds of flesh, just like that.

T-Rex was frightening.

And there was a big battle, T-Rex going after poor Anky, who was also pursued by her baby, even as Anky tries to club baby to death.

Action was taking place on both ends of the arena at once.

The final fate of Anky was a bit unclear. Did he get eaten, or did he escape? Whatever, once the fight was over, Momma T-Rex and baby T-Rex did some cuddling.

I wonder about this. It is hard to imagine T-Rex's cuddling. But there it was, happening right in front of me.

After, the MC and baby T-Rex took a bow. They really did bow, too, but, sadly, I had set my shutter speed down to 1/10th of a second for a Kalib shot and forgot to to set it back up to the 1/60th I was using for the action and I recorded the bow as a hopeless blur.

That's my excuse, for not showing you the bow.

When we stepped outside afterward, we damn near went blind. I had never seen such a bright day in all my life. It was almost like we stepped out onto the surface of the sun. Meanwhile, behind us, dark rain clouds prepared to burst.

In time, though, our eyes would adjust.

 

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Reader Comments (9)

wow how cool...my boys would have loved this and Kalib was very brave !!

August 24, 2010 | Unregistered Commentertwain12

I come over here for entertainment and instead you put on a scary monster show!
Good Show!
Kalib is brave!

August 24, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterWhiteStone

i've seen photos of polar bears cuddling so it could happen with t rex too!

August 24, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterdahli22

I feel your pain about blurry photos. I made a shutter speed mistake ( in auto settings even) with my new S90 recently that cost me some very memorable pictures. Feeling less bad knowing a real professional photographer can do the same thing.

August 24, 2010 | Unregistered Commentermocha

From my earliest memories I've always been terrified of dinosaurs! Kalib is very brave indeed!

August 24, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterManxMamma

What an excellent post. #1 dinosaur fan Kalib with his cute shirt too.

August 24, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMichelle

I missed Walking With Dinosaurs when it came to Denver but at least I got to see your slide show.
Kalib was brave...awesome shirt to.
Great blog!

August 24, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterrg32den

Dad~ Great Post, we really missed being with Kalib on this day. I know he had a fantastic time, we have looked at the book that came with the show in great detail since, he loves pointing at the pictures. While I suspect you have already thought of this, I think an improvement to the blog would be to include "Additional" photos in the slide show, that aren't in the blog story but would certainly add to it. I'm thinking this only because I would like to see more photos of my little man. See you Later.
~J

August 26, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJfH

look at those expressions on kalib's face! and the dinosaurs look sooo real. wish i could've been there. wonder if they're coming to willow grove, pa. lemme look out the window.

August 26, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterRuth Z Deming

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