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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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Entries from December 1, 2009 - December 31, 2009

Thursday
Dec312009

2009 in review - December: Carmen closes down for the rest of the year

What's the point of doing a review of December when it is still December. And yes, even though it is already 2010 for just about everybody else in the world, it is still December, 2009, here in Wasilla, Alaska - for eleven more minutes.

Here is Carmen, yesterday, handing me back one of my Funny Face gift cards after I used it for both Margie and me. Carmen was planning to close down right after that and to remain closed all the way through the New Year's weekend.

"Now Bill," she said, "Don't you go switching coffee houses on me, now!"

It is now nine minutes until 2010. I hear fireworks going off all over the place.

I will end this review and go bring in the New Year with Margie.

Thursday
Dec312009

2009 in review - November: Yes, luna 1580, Patti is still with us and doing good

Thirty-two minutes left in the year. Good grief. This is like seeing your bus a block away and running to catch it.

Kalib tried Margie's glasses out. He looked very intellectual.

Charlie took my picture.

On Rex's birthday, Kalib practiced blowing candles out, so that he could be ready when his own came.

Jacob read a wild Dr. Seuss book to Kalib. Kalib then went wild.

On one walk, the moose and I enjoyed a nice little visit.

Patti has made great progress. She is with us. Her knew doctor calls her the Miracle Woman. She goes and meets with other cancer patients, to give them courage.

According to her first doctor, she is supposed to be gone now.

Doctors have helped me a great deal, but sometimes, they are not always right.

 

 

Thursday
Dec312009

2009 in review - October: I don't have time to write a title

Forty-five minutes left in the year. I was shadow biking like crazy in October. Now, I've got to move my fingers across the keyboard like crazy, if I am to finish this review before the year ends.

I took Margie to a movie. She was moving slow, but she did it.

I shot this image of Mike and Hutch as I passed them on my bicycle.

A young Cup'ik dancer from Chevak, performing at the Alaska Federation of Natives Convention.

I walked around AFN and photographed people along the way. Among them was Gar and Emily, whose wedding you just got a glimpse of in my March review. They had their new baby, Emily, with them.

Beautiful family!

One Sunday morning, we took Kalib to IHOP. He was very naughty.

Margie and Lavina went to Anchorage and stopped at Starbucks. They foolishly left the evidence in the car. Lisa found it. She was not happy. "I'll bet they said, Lisa never needs to know," Lisa told me after I proclaimed my innocence and blamed them.

Later, I told Margie and Lavina that they had been found out. One of them said that the other said, "Lisa never has to know."

Being a coffee aficionado, Lisa does not approve of Starbucks.

As the month ended, I answered and got one horrible fright.

Thursday
Dec312009

2009 in review - September: The battle for Kalib's affections; goats, flag, Grand Opening of Metro Cafe; last berry; dogs: Patti gains against her cancer 

One-hour and five minutes left in the year. I'm not even going to worry the slightest bit about typos, dropped words, extra words and such. Hell. As anyone who reads this blog regularly knows, even when I look for typas, they disappar right in front of my eys, so it hardy matters.

In September, we took Kalib to the State Fair. The sisters, Sandy and Steffers, battled each other for his affections. Here is Steffers, planting a big one on him.

Goats, at the same place where the chicken crossed the road, the rooster got shot and the pet dog mauled the pet rabbit.

They claim the rabbit survived, but I had been seeing it everyday before it got mauled and I never saw it again after that.

I saw an American flag flying.

Wasilla Mayor Verne Rupright cut the ribbon with Scott and Carmen at the Grand Opening of the Metro Cafe, Wasilla's finest and most fun coffee house.

Kalib picked the last blueberry of summer.

I found this old dog in the marsh, looking like it was about to die. With a little from Mrs. Shay, the dog was reunited with her owner. I tried twice to find that owner and get a picture of her reunited with the dog, but failed.

Given how old and frail the dog was, I am almost afraid to try again.

Girls running in the open category at the Palmer invitational cross country meet.

Two dogs, reflected in my mirror.

Lisa had been to the house. Kalib watches as she leaves.

Patti had found a new doctor, who would give her chemo. She also took on some naturopathic therapy. She focused her mind upon survival, upon beating her cancer - and she had made good progress. Her cancer had diminished.

Thursday
Dec312009

2009 in review - August: Kalib, Muzzy, Royce and a magical cloud; The Spirit of Wasilla rolls through Wasilla; horses; the mushroom cover up; the Mahoney's: Patti fights for her life.

Okay. It is 10:34 PM. This year ends in one hour and 24 minutes. I took a break to have dinner, to go to DG and get a banana split, to read the NY Times editorials. Now, if I'm going to get this month-by-month review done before the year ends, I've got to fly.

Does this picture really need an explanation?

Kalib discovers clouds passing by in the sky.

You know I love the train. How thrilled I was when the engine named "The Spirit of Wasilla" rolled into sight.

Horses, running the other way.

This is Pia, who has a fine garden. When I took this picture, I asked her if she was going to enter anything in the state fair. "No," she said. That kind of thing is for younger people.

Then, when the prize winners for the state fair were announced in the Anchorage Daily News, there she was, in a picture, along with a 963 pound mushroom - the biggest entered.

Well, maybe it wasn't quite 963 pounds, but I don't have time to go back and find out the true size.

It was a mighty damn big mushroom and Pia was might sneaky.

She didn't want anybody to know until she won.

I pedaled my bike to Grotto Iona, which I had passed many times in my car, and went in and discovered a small, family graveyard. I gave myself the assignment to learn about Paul and Iona Mahoney, who are buried here. 

I haven't a chance yet, but I am in contact with their daughter and I will yet "meet" them, so you can too.

Margie, at the Alaska Native Medical Center for a checkup.

This is Patti, who loves to bike, ski, sail and be fit. Her doctor had just told her life was over, that the cancer she had could not be stopped. She had just months to live. No more treatment was necessary, she should go home and prepare to die.

Patti rebelled against that doctor and decided to fight for her life.