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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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Aug272010

Train thrills; Jobe and Kalib, revisited

I was supposed to drop Margie off at Jacob and Lavina's at 8:00, so that she could babysit both Jobe and Kalib, as a fever had kept Kalib home from daycare. This meant that we needed to leave the house by 7:00, but things just kept going wrong. 

First, after we locked up the house and got into the car, I discovered that I had left my keys inside. Margie did not have her keys either. I knew Caleb was headed home from work so at worst the wait would be short - but we would not leave the house at 7:00.

Then, after I got my keys, we took off, drove one block and then I remembered that I had forgotten some publications that I had promised to give to some people at the Alaska Tribal Leaders Summit. So I went back and got them.

Finally, we set out on our way. It was now 7:30. Margie called Jacob and he said he could stay put until we got there.

As we approached the light at the Parks Highway, I suddenly realized that all this delay had actually been for the good. There was the train, rolling down the tracks toward Anchorage. Had I not been so forgetful, we would have missed this train altogether.

Now we would get to drive right alongside it.

We turned onto the highway and there we were, traveling right alongside the train.

It was wonderful!

I was a boy again, hoping freight trains with my friends in Missoula, Montana.

How could it possibly get any better than this?

I guess this is how it could get better - a person could actually live in this, the most coveted and highly exclusive condo complex in all of Wasilla.

It is such a coveted and exclusive place because no one in all of Alaska has a better train view and train listening perch than do the lucky few who live here.

Sometimes, late at night, when the wind and air conditions are just right, I lie in bed and listen as the train clatters down the track and the whistle blows. I just love it. It gives me this feeling of peace and tranquility.

And that's from 2.5 miles away - as the raven flies.

Can you imagine how soothing and wonderful it must be to be lying in your bed in one of these condos when the train comes by? Right outside your window?

Oh, if I could only hear how the whistle blows from in there!

I put in an excellent day in Anchorage and may well have witnessed some important history being made. I will prepare a report soon.

Afterwards, I went over to hang out with Margie, Jobe and Kalib until Lavina could come home.

Look how bright, alert, and good-natured Jobe! I have never witnessed a more bright, alert, and good-natured baby than he.

I found Kalib fast asleep.

Lavina came home a bit before 5:00, but we hung around for another hour or so in order to allow her to go to the store by herself and do some shopping.

Kalib woke up when she returned. Martigny came over to see him.

Then Kalib pulled her tail. She didn't mind.

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Reader Comments (4)

i hope Kalib feels better real soon ♥

August 27, 2010 | Unregistered Commentertwain12

Poor Kalib! The little guy seems to be catching quite a few bugs this yr. He and Jobe are growing so fast though. I love watching him change in the pictures you post.

The Alaska Railroad tracks go right behind our home in Houston. My grandfather was a railroad man and watching the trains go by makes me feel like Grandpa is right here with me. Some folks might think that living right next to tracks would be an awful thing, but its not. I can hear the train coming from miles away, a low rumble that gets louder and louder with its approach, then the bells start going off for the crossing arms on the road. My kids and I place bets on whether its a passenger or freight train, and my kids have also been known to go out , stand on the hill that divides our yard from RR property and wave at the passengers as they go by. Life by the railroad tracks is good.

August 27, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterLisaJ

I'm with you on the train! Love to hear them go by.

August 27, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterkb in Il

what an amazing looking cat!!
i had 18 cats once in upstate new york.
i simply cannot live without cats! haha.

September 15, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterKatia

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