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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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Saturday
Jun062009

After a long wait, Soundarya finally steps onto the wedding platform

As the ceremony covered in the previous post unfolded, I sometimes stepped back into the room were Soundarya was waiting to see what she was up to.

She was waiting, of course.

As for the moment drew near for her to step back out onto the wedding platform, Soundarya shared her joy with sister Sujitha.

Sujitha with Soundarya.

Soundarya steps into the floodlight and onto the wedding platform.

Her groom is hidden from her. She moves toward him.

Saturday
Jun062009

Moving on with the wedding - parents of the bride bring honor and gifts to the groom and his parents as they prepare to become one family

The wedding continues, but without the bride. She is in a back room, where she changes into a different saree, then waits for the moment when it will be time for her to come to the stage and go through the ceremonies that will unite her with the groom in marriage.

Again, my knowledge is limited. Again, I have spent more time wandering about the net looking for a good explanation of everything, but every Hindu wedding that I found that is somewhat explained varies in significant ways from this one, so I am reluctant to use those explanations here.

As always, if, at any time, someone from the family or wedding party wishes to add information and correct any misinformation that I might write here, I will work that information into this blog.

What was clear was that in this part of the ceremony, the parents of the bride were gifting and honoring the groom and his parents. They gave him gifts and washed his feet.

Soon, they would be one family. Here they are together, on the stage, at the beginning in one of those nice, but brief moments when the floodlight was turned off. There will be a few other such moments.

The floodlight comes back on, the ceremony continues.

Anil's father stand-in holds a flower over his head.

Parents of the bride.

There is much prayer and supplication throughout.

A flame is passed around. Here, the parents of the bride pass it to the father stand-in for the groom.

Father stand-in receives flame.

Parents of the bride present gifts to the groom.

They was his feet.

His mother-in-law to be marks his foot.

 

They bring him holy water.

The groom drinks the holy water.

Now everyone - especially the groom - is ready for the bride to re-enter.

Thursday
Jun042009

Anil returns from the temple - the wedding will continue

Protected from the hot sun under the umbrella held by Ganesh, the man who would be his brother-in-law, Anil walks down the stairs toward the temple.

In the temple, he performs rituals, including the drinking of holy water. He prays.

Afterward, Ganesh again gives him shade as he climbs back up the stairs.

The musicians herald his return.

Anil will wed Soundarya. Everyone is happy.

Vasanthi marks a blessing upon his forehead.

All are joyous as they move back towards the door to the hall.

With his mother-in-law about to be at his side and his mother at her side, Anil leads the group from outside back into the hall. The wedding ceremony is about to continue.

Of course, it was never really interrupted at all, and Anil did not have any doubts about going through with it, as the whole cold feet and persuasion episode was just a part of the ceremony, as it has been among his people for a long, long, time.

Wednesday
Jun032009

Groom gets cold feet, chickens out, decides he does not want to marry, flees the scene

Oh no! The groom has decided that he does not want to marry, after all. He leaves the marriage hall.

Outside the door, the horn players announce his exit.

The bride's family wants him to go through with the marriage. He takes a seat.

An umbrella is opened above him. He is showered with flower petals.

The flower petals bring a smile to his face.

After the parents of the bride wash and mark his feet, Soundarya's brother, Ganesh, takes the umbrella. Ganesh will also shower Anil with flower petals.

In a demonstration of her respect, Bhanu marks Anil's feet with tumeric powder.

Bhanu and Ravi team up to give Anil still another foot washing.

Will it work? Will Anil decide to stay and go through with the wedding? Maybe he should go to the temple and pray about it.

Wednesday
Jun032009

Meanwhile, out in the crowd...

I hope I get this right. I have a hard times remembering the names of all the people that I meet right here in Alaska, let alone India. But, I believe the young mother who so adoring looks upon her daughter as she sleeps in the arms of Soundarya's grandfather, Natarajan, is Bharathi, also called Baaru.

I could be wrong. If I am, I am certain someone will let me know.

And this, of course, is Jesse, Melanie and Buddy. 

Blessings for Anil.

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