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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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Apr112011

Makiah in her blessing gown - the one her great-great grandmother hand-stitched special for her just 76 years ago

On March 9, I introduced readers to Makiah Young and contemplated giving myself an assignment - but was reluctant to, out of fear that I would not follow through. Makiah is the daughter of the daughter of my first cousin and lives only 25 miles from our house, yet 25 years had gone by since I had last any contact with her immediate family.

Then, cousin Mary Lynn informed me that she had come to Alaska from Idaho for the birth of her new granddaughter, Makiah. Margie and I then had dinner with them, I took a few photos, blogged the experience and then pondered a new assignment: to do some photos of Makiah every month from then on. In this way, I could ensure that I would stay in contact with my newly-rediscovered family members.

Yesterday, Makiah went to church in this white gown, hand-stitched by her great-grandmother Bonnie in Canada 76 years ago, just for her and there got blessed in it.

In addition to being sewn just for her, the special blessing gown was also sewn just for her father, Dan and older sister, Melissa, who also received their baby blessings in it - along with a host of aunts, uncles, grandfather and other relatives. 

It can be presumed that many more family babies will be blessed in this gown in the future.

I did not attend the blessing, which took place at their local Mormon chapel early that morning, but did make it to the afternoon dinner held in Makiah's honor.

I felt it necessary to open this series with a photo that showed the gown in its entire length, but when one points his camera at a baby who looks so precious as does this one, one feels a desire to come in a little closer - even if that means cutting off part of the gown.

Oh, heck! I must come in closer still. Too precious! Too beautiful! I can't stay back.

And now look - her little hand grips a much larger thumb, attached to hand shaped and hewed by many decades of life, weather and work. Whose hand could it be?

Why, it's Don Young! No, not that Don Young. Don Young, her grandfather from Canada. Don was also blessed in this gown. It was he who brought it all the way to Alaska from Ontario, Canada, carefully pressed and packed into a hand-carry package adorned by a rose.

Grandfather Don Young caresses his little granddaughter as his son listens to a guest who came with an array of non-pause stories about canoe trips local and on the Yukon, precarious mountain drives with RV's left to hang over cliffs, caribou hunts and teepee-like tents slept in all the time at 40 below.

Makiah's mom was not blessed in the gown, but on her blessing day, a baby simply must be pictured in the arms of her loving mother.

As much as I want to, I remain reluctant to assign myself to a monthly photo of Makiah. I know that, no matter what, there will be some months when it won't happen, no matter what I assign myself to do.

But I am going to try for monthly when practical. When not practical, well, hopefully, the next month.

After I left and began the drive down the hill, I came upon this raven.

Then, after reaching Wasilla, I had a nightmare, which is fear is about to come true.

 

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Reader Comments (8)

Beautiful Makiah!

April 11, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterManxMamma

What a beautiful child! I love the name. Actually, I loved the close-ups of the child, not only because she is beautiful, but I could see the dress. My Granddaughter was baptized by her great grandfather wearing a dress handmade for him by his mother. Such treasures are one of those things that binds families together. Its just a piece of cloth, but wondrous at the same time. I look forward to those pictures.

April 11, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterElizabeth

Oh My! Angel descended on earth! Cutieee Pie!!

April 11, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterSuji

What wonderful pictures! She is absolute perfect, isn't she! But as much as I like all the pictures, my favorite is the contrast of her hand and her grandfather's....truly a priceless picture. Thanks!

I will admit I visited you site the first time because of where you live, but I have returned often because you and your family now seem like personal friends.

While you may never be "rich" in material things...you are a very wealthy man in the things that really count.

April 11, 2011 | Unregistered Commenterhockeynana

What a beauty! Grandpa Young and Makiah = my very favorite shots! What great tradition with the beautiful blessing gown.

April 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterChrissyinPA

Makiah looks so serene and beautiful - Thank you Bill, those were wonderful pictures and especially the close up, can see the tiny capillaries on her eyelids.

April 12, 2011 | Unregistered Commentercawitha

What a precious baby. I hope whatever your nightmare was that it does not come true.

April 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterShoshana

what a gorgeous Baby

April 12, 2011 | Unregistered Commentertwain12

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