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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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Apr082011

Metro Cafe - six studies from breakfast: the barista, the banker, the young entrepreneur, entrepreneur's mother, the church and the mountain + Carmen, of course

Caleb had just returned from his night shift at Wal-Mart and had already turned the TV on when I got up. I thought about cooking oatmeal, but the only way I can truly enjoy breakfast at home is if it is very quiet in the house and I can sit on the couch near the backdoor window and glance out at the woods every now and then as I eat.

This does not happen very often, because Margie and Caleb are morning TV watchers and one or the other of them usually beats me to the living room and even when I am first, the TV often comes on before I have taken more than a bite or two.

That's one reason that I really like to breakfast at Family Restaurant - there is no TV there. There are people walking in and out, fragments of conversations drift through the air along with the clinking of silverware against ceramic and  sound of waitresses laughing even when the jokes are not funny.

Then, of course, the Family breakfast is just plain good.

As Margie has been in town all week to care for Jobe, I had so far eaten breakfast thrice at Family and once at home - yesterday. Yesterday, I simply had to eat oatmeal. My body demanded it.

Today, I decided to have the simple Metro Cafe breakfast - a sandwich with ham and egg, a bagel with strawberry cream cheese and, of course, the best coffee in Wasilla.

Through the course of my breakfast, I shot six studies. The one above is the very last of the six studies that I shot, but, as it is a study of beauty, so obviously backed by intelligence, and everybody loves to look at beauty, it is the study that I will begin with. Hence:

From Inside the Metro Cafe, Study #72,629: Nicole, the morning barista, whom I never see during my regular afternoon coffee stops.

From Inside the Metro Cafe, Study #6.2: Nicole and the banker. Yes, I am told, the man at the window works as a banker, for Wells Fargo.

From Inside the Metro Cafe, Study #4698: Mitchell Slater, the young entrepreneur.

Mitchell, who will soon turn 18 and will also graduate from Home School, has already begun his own advertising business, which he calls Alaska's Affordable Advertising.

Some time back, he discovered Metro Cafe, fell in love with the place, the coffee and Carmen (as does just about everyone who discovers Metro and then gives the out-of-the-way-place a chance) and so decided that he would her promote it. Now he is helping Carmen put together a coupon promotion.

I will save the details for him to advertise in his promotion.

From Inside the Metro Cafe, Study # 10: Carmen discusses coupons with Mitchell, the Young Entrepreneur, as his mother, Nancy, and Nicole, the barista, observe.

From Inside the Metro Cafe, Study #9, #9, #9, #9,#9, #9, #9, #9,#9...: mother Linda admires her son, Mitchell, the young entrepeneur as Carmen smiles at him and Nicole, the barista, studies a draft menu made out of the goodness of his heart by Jim, the man owned by the dogs who showed up at the drive through window in yesterday's post.

From the parking lot of the Metro Cafe, study number 96: A car and two churches, one made by the hands of man, the other by the hand of God.

Still pending - the Metro study series that I shot as seen through Nola's new camera. Although the series is now history, I will still run it, because it is a fun series - and it is history and history should be told.

 

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Reader Comments (3)

I don't tell you often enough how much I enjoy your posts. I stop by every day to see what's happening with you and yours and view your photographs. Thanks.

April 8, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterGA Peach

ach, just gorgeous shots, bill. i also love my oatmeal. before my kidney transplant a week ago today, i couldn't eat whole grains so i haven't eaten it in a good while. you're so right that the atmosphere must be perfect when we enjoy good food. i eat exclusively in my living room so i can look at the b'ful room and the fleurs on my windowsill. and now, i'll help myself to more food since my frig is stocked by helpful friends and family.

April 8, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterRuth Deming

you know the best people...great studies

April 8, 2011 | Unregistered Commentertwain12

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