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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 January 1, 2009 - January 31, 2009

Sunday
Jan252009

Horses who came to watch over the Inauguration of President Barack Obama (main post still on hold)

Until I find the time to finish the inaugural post, I can at least post images of a few horses that came to watch over the crowd on Inauguration Day. This was taken shortly after the swearing in, as the crowd was dispersing from off the national mall and Lisa and I were looking for Margie, who had disappeared.

By now, I had found Margie, but I lost both her and Lisa after I stopped to photograph this horse. It took me about 15 minutes to find them.

And here is a curious thing - using this laptop, these photos look pale and washed out after I put them online in the blog, but they don't in Photoshop.

I need to figure out why.

Saturday
Jan242009

For the first time since her injury, we take Margie out of the guest house and into D.C. (Inaugural still on hold)

The process was complicated and I won't go into it, because it is 1:00 AM and I just want to go to bed, but today Lisa and I got Margie out of the guesthouse and into D.C. It took much longer than I had anticpated to get her ready, but when she was, her hair was clean and so were her clothes - no more hospital-blue paper pants. She looked nice.

We did a bunch of driving around and then wound up at the Muesum of the American Indian. We checked out a wheelchair and this fellow helped us get Margie into it.

As for the black and white, I am not trying to be artistic or to recall the good old days when I shot nothing but black and white film. I left my big cameras behind today and only took the pocket camera. I always keep it set to RAW, but somehow it had switched to JPEG with the color balance set to tungsten.

I tried and tried to come up with a suitable color balance and, had the images been RAW, it would have been no problem, even with the tungsten setting. But I could not do it, so I just made them black and white.

Well, the light inside the cafe of the Museum of the American Indian must have been tungsten.

They close the museum at 5:30 and by the time we finished eating, it was already after 5:00, so we didn't get to see much of it. I had thought we could go back tomorrow, but Margie says, no, it is too hard in the wheelchair. She does not want to do it again.

So it looks like we will just have to come back to Washington, D.C., another time. Maybe when the cherry blossoms bloom.

 

Friday
Jan232009

DC dining with Lisa - Inauguration Day post remains on hold

The fact of the matter is, the circumstance of my wife's injuries have prevented me from devoting the time necessary to complete my Inauguration post for so long now that it has lost all sense of immediacy. If Margie is able, we are going to return to Wasilla either Sunday or Monday and so I just may wait until I can sit down in my office and just do the post then.

Or maybe I will find the time to do it tomorrow, which is really today, as it is 1:49 AM Saturday morning that I type these words.

For the time being, it may have lost its freshness, but, 100 years from now, it will be just as fresh as if Margie had not been hurt and I had posted it the night of the inaugural, as I had planned.

So, for today, I will illustrate how Lisa and I have been dining while Margie lies in her bed in the guest house.

On the afternoon following the inauguration, we found this little 24 hour Steak and Egg Restaurant. Even though it was afternoon, we needed breakfast, so we went in. The food was excellent - especially the omelets. We took scrambled eggs back to Margie. We have eaten breakfast there everyday since, although we have not seen this cook again. He was having some kind of dispute with his boss. I wonder if that has anything to do with why?

Maybe he just took a vacation to Alaska. We told him what a great place Alaska is.

One of Lisa's great ambitions for this trip was to eat sushi in New York City. Now that we are not going to New York City, we decided to try D.C. Sushi instead. As it happens, this place sits right next to Steak and Eggs Restaurant. So tonight, we went here.

The sushi was quite good - except for the salmon. The salmon was bland. It was farm salmon. I don't know why they even bother. We brought terriyaki chicken back to Margie, who has never gotten used to the idea of sushi. Traditionally, Apaches shunned fish as food, which is curious as they are so closely related to Alaska's Athabascans, who eat fish by the ton. Margie does like wild Alaska salmon - cooked: roasted, broiled, fried, smoked or dried.

When I travel from Alaska to the Outside, I almost always find the salmon to be extremely disappointing. 

As for the cat shirt, we have fallen into a routine where, after breakfast, I drop Lisa off at the Metro and she goes into DC to do some exploring and I come back to Margie. Always, Lisa returns with a shopping bag full of Obama memories. Today, she found the cat shirt.

She was very pleased.

 

 

Thursday
Jan222009

Outgoing President says Goodbye; Chris Matthews through the window - Inauguration post must wait one more day

President Bush says goodbye. As he does, a low, murmuring "boo" rises from many spread throughout the crowd. Then voices, scattered throughout, begin to sing, "sha-na-na-naah, sha-na-na-naah, hey-heyeeh, good-bye."

As for me and my inaugural post, I was unable to complete it today. When one's wife gets hurt far from home and enters a temporary state of helplessness, her care takes precedence over the blog.

I did get the pictures edited down to a reasonable number, however, and I do expect to post it tomorrow.

Still, I felt that I needed to post something today, so I thought I would throw in the outgoing President and then deal with the new one tomorrow.

I know - the nomination of President Barack Obama will be ancient history by then, but sometimes things go that way.

After the inauguration concluded, the three of us (Margie, Lisa and I) happened to walk by the portable studio MSNBC had set up on the National Mall as Chris Matthews and guest Norah O‘Donnell told viewers what they had actually saw this day. Matthews said the "booing" of President Bush had been in poor form, but was an accurate reflection of how the nation as a whole felt about the man.

 I shot a few pictures through the huge studio windows.

Lisa wanted to get on TV, so she took a seat on the MSNBC bleachers, which are frequently panned by the cameras. She was enthralled, and stayed there for hours and hours and hours, not giving one damn about the cold that had all of DC talking.

I would have been happy to stay, too, but cold and exhaustion had overwhelmed my Margie, so we walked to the Metro, rode the underground train to Friendship Heights, where she fell and broke herself.

I did not tell Lisa until I picked her up at the  Friendship Heights Metro station and then drove her back to the home where we were staying. She was having a great time, and I could see no point in putting a damper on it prematurely.

Besides, she had never before navigated the Washington, DC Metro system on her own and I did not want her to be distracted with worry and then maybe wind up on the wrong train.

Wednesday
Jan212009

Inaugural post delayed by wife's injury - will try to post Thursday

After the inauguration of President Barack Obama, Margie fell and broke her left knee cap, right wrist and also hurt her other two appendages to a lesser yet painful degree. It had been my intent to post a selection of inaugural pictures before I went to bed that same evening, but I have pretty much devoted my full time and effort to helping my wife.

My goal now is to get a post up before the day ends, Thursday. I think I can do it, but I am not certain.

She is drugged up and sleeping soundly at the moment. Lisa is asleep right beside her.