road-tripping the end of the world

ottawa valley composites

Mill Interior, Balaclava, Ontario

Earlier this month I had the opportunity to road trip to the Ottawa Valley with my mother, the main purpose of which to find some of the small towns and villages founded by our ancestors in the early 1800s. The Ottawa Valley is quite beautiful, and well suited to a road trip in a Jeep; we found a number of reasonably spooky logging trails and dead-end roads, abandoned buildings, all the hallmarks of a region once prospering on resource acquisition, and now largely sustained on a tourist industry.

Finding the graves of our ancestors was not only unexpected, but quite emotional. We have scattered records of the family tree, many incomplete (and now more complete), but finding names written in stone that once only existed on paper was a completely new experience, it seemed to “make real” the mark our family has made on this landscape and its history.

The trip also gave me the opportunity to explore some of the ghost towns in the region, specifically here, Balaclava, a mill about an hour’s south from Pembroke. The mill has been long abandoned, and some research suggested at one point it was to be preserved as a historic monument, but money and interest fettered away and it sits mostly forgotten. The small town surrounding it, comprised of a logging road and maybe a half dozen modern buildings, was very quiet, marked only by a small recreation area on the river aimed at fishermen.  The only denizen we met was a very happy dog that wandered the town, and I will confess I didn’t get a photo of him because I was too worried about a lone dog out in the middle of the road.

I did, however, get a chance to put into practice some of the composite shooting techniques I’ve developed, and while these were somewhat hastily shot and far from perfect, the result does function very well. The two larger images are composed of 40-50 images each, and clock in at around “400 megapixels” if you were to measure them as such. As jpegs at full resolution are over 20 megs, I’ve just included some details here (after the cut).

The images themselves capture the mill itself, an out building across the street (with some modern wiring for no visible reason), and the interior of the mill. I don’t know who put the picnic table inside – or how they even got it in there – but it’s definitely “more” contemporary than the mill itself, which dates back to the late 1800s.

The Mill at Balaclava

Mill out-building, with contemporary wiring

Details and more rambling follow below.

These details are not separate shots – they are cut directly from the full-resolution composites shown above, and are presented at “actual pixels” size. Printed at 60″ height (or width in the case of the out building), these details would appear slightly smaller than they are here. It might be a bit of “where’s Waldo” to find these details in the above images, and for that I apologize.

Mill Interior, detail 1

 

Mill Interior, detail 2

Mill Interior, detail 3

The Mill at Balaclava, detail 1

The Mill at Balaclava, detail 2

The Mill at Balaclava, detail 3

Out building detail 1

Out building, detail 2

I’m aiming to apply these techniques to my current body of work, which would benefit greatly from the ability to “read” narrative information differently at distance and close-up. Most of the shortfalls I run into in the field will be blessedly resolved when I’m working in a more controlled environment.

There was to be more rambling here but apparently I have been struck by a rare case of brevity. At a future date I may post the photos of the grave sites, as well as the site of the old Jackson homestead.

2 Responses

  1. Hamish

    For something long-forgotten, it looks to be in astonishingly good repair. In the city, it would be trashed, full of pigeons, and covered in graffiti 0_o

    But those are awesome pictures and a neat history. Thank you :)

    August 16, 2011 at 9:47 pm

    • mattsparling

      We saw a whole three people while we were there; one was the postman, another was a resident, and the third seemed to be a tourist, because she was taking photos of the mill. I don’t know that there was riffraff to graffiti the place.

      The picnic table is still odd to me tho, it was definitely “newer” than the mill, but must have been placed in there a few decades ago when one could still move something so large through the entrance. I didn’t trust the floor – which was over a raging river – to walk inside and investigate further, but I think the can on the table is a rust-proofing paint from the 50s.

      August 17, 2011 at 1:00 am

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