There was an interesting piece on CBC this week about a place called The Boneyard (you can view it here). It’s a family-owned, auto-recycling business, with around 400 wrecks scattered over 20 hectares of fields, scrub and forest, that has become known as a destination for photographers.
My first visit was ten years ago, when the owners would sometimes allow small groups to roam the property. There were a few main trails where it was possible to set up a tripod, but the real adventure began when you followed one of the many overgrown pathways, beat your way through the scrub or wandered the fields.
Over the years, it became a challenge trying to find old favourites. Cars would disintegrate or disappear into the undergrowth. Trails would be hard to find and trees would grow around, and sometimes in or through, the carcasses (sorry for the pun).
There are endless opportunities for interesting shots, whether complete cars, car parts, abstracts, minimalist or editorial.
As word spread, and The Boneyard became more popular, the owners moved to scheduled visits and re-organised. Trails were cleared; tracks were widened; and inventory was moved.
On my last visit, just before the arrival of COVID-19, there were more people than I’d ever seen before — not only photographers with all kinds of equipment, but also assistants and models. Fortunately, there’s lots of space, and finding old favourites is still an adventure.