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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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Sunday
Mar202011

The Barrow Lady Whalers explode on the floor and then in joy as they win State and finish undefeated 

There are two girls teams from the Arctic in the Alaska 3A Division, Barrow and Kotzebue. It was the two Arctic teams that, after a hard fought season that had left Barrow Lady Whalers undefeated, came to Anchorage's Sullivan Arena yesterday to battle each other for the state championship.

Just before the game began, Dana Chrestman dashed through the friendly but competitive slapping hands of her Kotzebue Huskies opponents.

Early in the game, team captain Nicole Smith put two points on the board. Nicole, btw, is the granddaughter of Kunuk and Mabel Aiken, who took me into their whaling crew and are featured in my book, "Gift of the Whale." Mabel passed away last October while I was in Utah for my nephew's wedding.

"Tears finally came at about the last 3 minutes of game," Nicole's mother, Violet Smith, said. "That feeling of the end of our basketball trips with our daughter was bitter sweet. This morning we(father-in-law, jack and I) shed tears thinking of how Nic's grandma and my mom would have been so proud of her. My mom use to call me to ask what time Nic's game would be broadcasted on kbrw so that she can listen. She was a big fan of Nic's.  Same with Grandma who lost her battle with breast cancer in June."

The Kotzebue Huskies were determined to stop Lynette Hepa, Barrow's tallest team member at six feet, three inches. It wouldn't work. Hepa would lead in scoring with 14 points, 23 rebounds and five blocks.

Lynette Hepa passes the ball over the top of her opponents to teammate Melissa Gerke.

Gerke grabs the ball and head for net.

Gerke snags a rebound. Gerke would follow Hepa with 12 points, eight rebounds and two blocks.

At half time, the Lady Whalers led by ten - but earlier they had led by 18. Coach Jordyn Danner told them that the only place they were getting beat was in turnovers, of which they had 12 in the first half. She urged them to pull themselves back together and to go out and play the second half harder, smarter and tougher.

Rallied, the Lady Whalers give each other a yell, then head back to the floor.

Gerke goes for two.

Going for two more.

Lady Whaler Hilary Lowery outjumps her opponents to snag a rebound.

Lynette Hepa and Julia Kim on defense.

Coach Danner gives her players some time-out instruction.

Julia Kim steps to the foul line.

Kim concentrates as she takes her shot.

Kim made a number of free throws...

...but not this one.

Mei Havea contemplates a hard shot. 

With one minute and 52 seconds left in the game and the title securely in the Whaler's hands, Coach Danner honored her four seniors when she pulled them from the game to give some of her younger players more action time.

The four seniors received a standing ovation from Barrow fans - most of whom had come 850 miles to see this game. That's how high school sports are in Alaska. Often, teams and fans travel well over 1000 miles for a game.

Seniors Nicole Smith, Julia Kim, Jaleen Simmonds and Melissa Gerke.

They burst with joy as the game ends, Barrow Lady Whalers, 58 - Kotzebue Huskies, 31.

The lady whalers exploded with joy.

Hepa and Kim embrace.

What more can I say?

Melissa Gerke received the Player of the Game award.

The Lady Whalers of Barrow High - Alaska Division 3A State Champions!

...another burst of joy. Coach Danner, by the way, has roots in both Barrow and Hawaii, had been living in Hawaii but returned to Barrow to coach. Assistant coach Roland Hepa, Lynette's father who married an Iñupiat, also hails originally from Hawaii.

Hench, the leis. 

Margaret Opie, grandmother of Lynette Hepa, gave each team member a hug.

When it was all done, the lady whalers joined together in a prayer of thanks - it was a rather exuberant prayer.

Kim receives a hug from Violet Smith, mother of team captain Nicole Smith. Jack Smith, Nicole's dad, looks in from the left.

 

Now, I must note that there was another group of young competitors from Barrow who came to Anchorage yesterday. You could call them "mental athletes." They did not have the cheering crowds that the basketball players did, but I was there, before and after the game. Tomorrow, I will introduce them and tell you what they did.

This means I will have to postpone my Kivgiq finale for another day, but that's okay.

 

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Reader Comments (4)

great shots...love the happy faces at the end

March 21, 2011 | Unregistered Commentertwain12

Brilliant! Have never seen so much enthusiasm for school games from seniors! All the way from Barrow to watch this? Super Kewl,

March 21, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterSuji

Wonderful...! Thank you... I love their happy, shining and joyful faces...

March 21, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterRockyMissouri

sports reporter bill hess named photographer of the year! lynette hepa. my sister/law's name was lynette heap! as in uriah heap from dickens.

March 21, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterRuth Deming

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