A blog by Bill Hess

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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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This, plus one more day, and then I will push this blog into the past to make way for the new one

Counting today, this blog has two more days and then it is done. I plan to begin a new one Sunday, January 1, 2012.

Between now and then, I will spend more than the usual amount of time working on my blog - but not this blog - the next blog - which I have yet to set up or to even figure out how to set up.

I have been taking plenty of pictures - would you believe over 1000 frames today? - but I will keep today's entry and tomorrow's final entry very simple and short, so as to free up time to figure out how to begin anew.

I chose this picture from Thursday's very late morning breakfast at Abby's Home Cooking for one reason - to thank the anonymous blog reader who bought it for me.

I did question Abby to see if I could get some clues as who this anoymous gifter might be. I learned that she likes horses - and that gives me a pretty good idea. Still, there are numerous people who like horses and so, having a strong suspicion as to who it might be but not a certain knowledge, I will just say:

Thank you, anonymous gifter who likes horses.

Thursday's breakfast was very good: ham, eggs over easy, hashbrowns and, for desert, homemade wheatbreak and homemade rhubarb-apricot jam.


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Reader Comments (2)

That's making me hungry!

December 30, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterManxMamma

yes, it certainly looks delicious esp. that bread n jam. how fantastic you have these anonymous people that pick up your tab. can't wait to see your new blog.

December 30, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterRuth Deming

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