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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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Friday
Sep162011

Jobe and the Savik whaling hat, his arms and the snotty bug

Remember how yesterday I stated that should have never committed myself to my September 15 return, but should have waited until next week? It's true. I have no time. Yet, I have begun again and must keep going, but today I will keep it short, simple, and cute - shamelessly cute.

Yesterday, I read something written by a serious photographer who expressed disdain for shamelessly cute photos. They just don't dig deep enough into the harsh realities of life.

Yet, shamelessly cute is part of life too, and right now, shamelessly cute is right in front of me.

This is how it is with Jobe and me - the instant I come in sight, up come his little arms and hands. He wants me to pick him up.

I don't have time. Too busy. But you know what? I pick him up anyway, and carry him around for a bit. Sometimes, I bring him into my office and we watch the electric train go 'round the top of the room.

Kalib likes that train, too.

Yesterday, Jobe found this Savik crew whaling hat. He has insisted upon wearing it ever since. Savik is Savik Ahmaogak of Barrow.

Jobe in the Savik hat. As you can see, Jobe has picked up a bug. Zicam is very hard on my stomach, but I am scarfing it down, anyway. I am scheduled to go to New York City at the end of next week, and I want to be healthy. But I can't resist Jobe. He is in and out of my arms, all day long.

We breathe together.

 

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Reader Comments (11)

What a cutie. Welcome back.

September 16, 2011 | Unregistered Commentermocha

shamelessly cute?
naw.
inutterably beautiful, food goobies, nose snerfies and all.

our children and our grandchildren are only shamelessly cute when they flush their dollies and trucks down the toilet and flood the house or similar type behaviors.
it's to keep us from setting them out in the drive with "free to a good home " signs.
and yes, shamelessly cute is part of life :-)
best wishes for your projects.

September 16, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterAlaska Pi

your shamelessly cute posts are my all-time favorites, especially ones like this that show that incredible bond!

September 16, 2011 | Unregistered Commenterdahli22

We have two Grandgirlies who are now impossibly grown up - in 5th and 3rd grade! I take a moment to breathe when they come to visit, because in just a month they have changed so very much.

Have fun in NYC. Hope the nasties stay away. Hope Lavinia is feeling better, and a big hello to Margie.

September 16, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterKathryn

We are getting better at least with the cold, Lavina well she has the whole pregnant thing going on and that comes with it's own set of issues. The house is WAY TOO QUIET, we miss our boys...

~JfH

September 16, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterJfH

I don't care what anyone says, you were right. Your blog is shamelessly cute!
I get it though.

September 16, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterLittle Sister

When trying to forestall illness, I avoid sugar. I once viewed a hospital video that explained that sugar dramatically decreases the white blood cell's ability to fight infection. Something like one cell can kill off 14 bacteria cells before dying itself. After a single chocolate cupcake that number went from 14 down to 2. I don't know how accurate that is, but it impressed me mightily.
Avoiding sugar is very difficult for me! But when I am ill or trying to prevent illness, I pay more close attention to that.
Aww! You and Margie are so blessed with family.

September 16, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterWhiteStone

What WhiteStone says above is correct, sugar tears badly at your immune system! And we need you to go to the loft, I bet you'll be the only one reporting decently!!

Ok.. so that's quite selfish what I wrote.. but so what?

September 17, 2011 | Unregistered Commentereva

Your beautiful posts keep me returning often. Good to see you back.

September 17, 2011 | Unregistered Commenterkathleenpoliticalgates

Well, then, I will do more shamelessly cute posts.

Whitestone and Eva: Last night, I went to Dairy Queen and bought a cone dipped in chocolate. When I got home, I found Whitestone's message. The damage had been done. I seem to be okay though. For now, anyway.

September 17, 2011 | Registered CommenterWasilla, Alaska, by 300

I miss my nephews and family from there...hopefully November comes around fast:)

September 20, 2011 | Unregistered Commenterlaverne

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