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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
May132011

On my way to Tok and Fairbanks to witness the honoring of Katie John

This is Ahtna Athabascan elder Katie John addressing then-Governor Tony Knowles at her fishcamp at Batzulnetas on Tanada Creek in the summer of 2001. When she was small, her father would bring her family here and they would  catch salmon. Tanada Creek flows into the Copper River about 200 yards from this spot and it was there where, following in her father's way, Katie John once set up a fishwheel only to have a state ranger tell her she must take it down.

It may not look like it, but Katie John is fighting here - fighting for the rights of herself, her family, and all Alaska Natives to fish to feed their families free from state interference, as their ancestors had. So far, in an an extremely long and complicated battle that had gone to the US Supreme Court and just about back again.

She had won the latest appeal and now there was one step left - the US Supreme Court, and that step was in the hands of Governor Knowles. He had a deadline to appeal and if he did not, her victory would become permanent. Yet, it would also mean that the federal government, not the state, would have jurisdiction over navigable waters that the state now wanted to claim.

Knowles was under tremendous pressure from inside and outside Alaska government and it appeared that he likely would appeal. First, though, he wanted to visit Katie at her fish camp. Then he would make his final decision. This is that visit. After listening to Katie, he decided not to appeal. She had then won.

On Sunday, Katie, who is also highly respected for her contributions to the preservation and teaching of her Native language and culture, will be awarded an honorary doctor of laws degree. She helped create the Ahtna alphabet and dictionary. Through the summer camps that she has sponsored at Batzulnetas and other events, she has also labored lovingly to teach their culture to the children of her area. She and her husband, Mentasta Traditional Chief Fred John, raised 14 children and six foster children of their own John will receive an honorary doctor of laws degree.

Today, she will be honored in a pre-graduation ceremony in Tok. I plan to be at both.

I do not expect to make any further posts until Monday, after I return home. Then I will share more.