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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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Thursday
Jul092009

The weather down in Wasilla, the weather up here in Barrow

This is two mornings ago, as I walked from the section of Barrow called Browerville toward Pepe's North of the Border Mexican Restaurant, for breakfast. No planes could land. The temperature was barely above freezing and the wind chill well below.

When I talked to Margie (who I have not seen now for over a month) later in the day, the temperature in our part of Wasilla was 88 degrees and she had been stung by yellow jacket hornets who have nested alongside the house.

This happens every summer, but some summers it gets insane. Yellow jackets everywhere, defending the homes that they build on our home.

I have never seen a yellow jacket here in Barrow.

The way things are going, though, it wouldn't surprise me if some day I do.

The same spit from a different angle, later in the day. If you look close, you can see that the Alaska Airlines jet was finally able to land.

 

 

Wednesday
Jul082009

Rebecca Brower - winner of Barrow's baby contest!

Here she is - the winner, Rebecca Brower. Beautiful, beautiful, gorgeous baby! Magnificent parka!

Ladies and gentlemen: Rebecca Brower!

But she hasn't won yet. She is waiting her turn to go before the crowd.

And here she is, Rebecca Brower, in the arms of her Aaka, Rebecca Brower, showing her stuff.

As pageant winners so often do, Rebecca cries with joy upon learning that she has won.

Her first place award is handed to her. She reaches for it.

And she has it - First place winner of Barrow's baby contest.

 

Wednesday
Jul082009

The eight babies who won but who did not take first

This is a fact: if you are going to have a contest for which there is only one first prize, but nine babies enter, then eight of those babies are not going to take first. But look at this baby: she is Christetata Brower and she is a winner - absolutely! She is nothing less than a winner!

And what a beautiful parka she wears!

So this post is dedicated to the eight winner babies who did not take fist.

Shortly after I put it up, I will make a separate post for the First Place winner baby.

Let me say right now that I am proud to have met all these babies. Very proud. One could hardly have a greater honor in this life then to meet such babies.

Elijah Kagak.

Herman Solomon, Jr.

Kyle Nelson - already facing the paparazzi (that would not include me - I am not a paparazzi - I am a very serious photographer. But obviously, this other person is a paparazzi, one who usually shoots celebrities like Britney Spears, Mojo Harris and Weaver MacDonald).

Mildred Spear.

Wayne Toovak.

Jeremiah Benson.

Pearl Faith Gordon.

I know. There is more information that you would like to know, like who sewed each parka, and who is the mother and father of each baby?

In some cases, I know the answers to these questions and in others I don't and it is nearing midnight and I am afraid to go knocking on people's doors seeking answers.

So I give the full credit to the babies.

Wednesday
Jul082009

I am way behind and falling farther, but here, standing in the wind, is Miss Teen Top of The World and the two talented beauties who competed with her

These are the three who competed for this year's Miss Teen Top OF The World title: Rochelle Oyagak, Selma Khan and Freida Nageak. As you can see, they had to stand against a strong wind.

Selma Kahn was the winner and is the new Miss Teen Top of the World. I did not get a chance to interview her, but I can tell you that she did sew her own parka. And she did an excellent job. This is not my judgement alone, but that of the Elder women judges who have been skin-sewing all their lives and know quality when they see it.

Congratulations, Selma.

Me, I would not ever want to be a judge. No, I just couldn't do it. I thought all three were wonderful and that includes you, Frieda Nageak.

And you too, Rochelle Oyagak.

The three do a pageant walk.

And don't worry, mothers of the babies. I will still put all the little darlings in this blog. All nine of them, not a single one of whom I could have awarded anything less than first prize to.

That is why people who organize such events would always judge me incompetent to be a judge.

I must note that I am doing a very poor job of keeping up with myself on this blog. I have so much that I have so far photographed on this trip from a successful ugruk (bearded seal) hunt to flying around in airplanes to Eskimo dancing to local basketball players preparing to go to a tournament in Hawaii - and other things, too.

Maybe I will yet post some of this material. Maybe not.

I am pretty busy and the project that I am working on is time consuming and does not leave much time for me to fool around with this blog.

 

Sunday
Jul052009

July 4 in Barrow: Two who fought in Iraq and expect to fight in Afghanistan led the parade

Alaska Army National Guard soldiers Steven Kaleak Jr and Owen Nowpakahok led the parade. Both men served together with the Guard in Iraq, both men reenlisted and both expect to be deployed to Afghanistan in one year. "I love my job," Kaleak said of his reenlistment. Kaleak is Iñupiat of Barrow and Nowpakahok is St. Lawrence Island Yup'ik, and comes from the village of Gambell, 40 miles from Russia.

And truly, back in his hometown, he can walk out the door to the house and see Russia.

Kaleak and Nowpakahok were follwed by veterans of Barrow, many of whom experienced combat in Vietnam and elsewhere. Alaska Natives and American Indians have the highest rate of military service of anyone in the country.

The parade works its way past the Chukchi Sea of the Arctic Ocean.

There were many games and races and I'm afraid eggs got broken.

With some encouragment from her Aaka, four-year old Jacklyn Sceeles dashed to third place.

And Amaya Williams won first in the same category.

All contestants over the age of 60 won first place. Knowing that they were going to get in the money did not stop them from competing full-force.

Spectators, including the very famous and athletic Spiderman, watch the Elders compete in the gunny sack race. Well, three of them watch. The fourth admires his own new face in the driver's side rearview mirror.

Many other things happened, including a baby contest, Miss Teen Top of the World and an Eskimo dance to close out the day, but I have not had time to do anything but barely touch the photos that I took.

I may still try to add in some of this material. If I succeed, I will not pile it on top of this in the usual blog fashion, but will run it below. This because I want to keep the American Flag at the top of any Fourth of July material that I post. So if you come back looking for babies, pageant contestants and Eskimo dancing, be sure to scroll all the way down past this entry that you have already read.