Publisher Note

The Ogmore is an unremarkable river. From its source at Craig Ogwr (527m) it runs approximately 28km before meeting up with the Bristol Channel at Ogmore-by-Sea. It is a river that has been a constant in my life. I grew up with it and know it well. As a child almost everything I did seemed to revolve around the river - swimming, fishing, camping alongside its banks, watching the annual raft-race and just general mischief. It has taken me many years to appreciate it and its role in local society, so I felt that this was my chance to pay tribute.

Ever since I can remember, the river has been fairly healthy, full of salmon, trout, and eel, but this hasn’t always been the case. It used to run black. Heavy industry (mainly coal mining) in the South Wales valleys caused all of the rivers to run black with coal dust. The rivers were damaged significantly, and since the closure of most of the mines in the 1970s & 80’s, an extensive clean-up operation has been underway. Vast improvements have been made, the river has recovered well and the fish have returned. However, due to its proximity to certain industrial sites, issues from invasive weeds, and general detritus, the river is still far from what is considered clean.

There were many challenges during the making of this work, and for a while I didn’t think it would ever be completed. Mid-way through, In 2019, I finished a character study - Pove the Great, about a troubled local called Steve Povey. Making that short series was a deeply unsettling experience; it had a profound effect on me and triggered an existential crisis. An arduous chain of events, which I won’t go into too much detail about, then followed; family tension, job worries, financial difficulties and a frustrating absence of opportunities within photography all contributed to me very nearly hanging up my camera for good. Thankfully I have a small network of supportive friends in the photography world who helped guide me through those dark, confusing times and I have, without doubt, changed for the better since the start of this project. I’ve certainly learned a valuable life lesson: family first, photography second.

Then (of course), came Coronavirus. The project was completed during the early onset of the pandemic, when the entire country underwent lockdown and fear was palpable. Fortunately, we live in close proximity to the river and could regularly visit as a family during our ‘daily exercise’. The river was our sanctuary during this time and it provided the fix of normality that we were so very desperate for. It’s reassuring to know that the river will now be a prominent part of my children’s lives too.

Family also seeps into the project title. I never had grandparents as they had all passed away before I was born, in 1974, and yet, I was always fascinated with my grandfather on my mother’s side, Evan Jones. I felt a connection to him and think it’s probably because he was the grandparent that was talked about the most. Evan was a coal miner in the Rhondda valley all of his life - until the grand age of 69, in fact. I’ve always wondered what he was like, “a sweet, lovely, little man,” according to my mother. I miss him even though I never knew him. I imagine sitting on a hill with him, overlooking the valley, talking about past times, the ‘stay in’ strike of 1935, the simple life they led and the hardship and oppression of working for the greedy pit owners. He would glaze over when prompted about the industry that destroyed his beautiful valley and in his strong Welsh accent, would begin: “Well, the river ran black, you see.”

Dan Wood - December 2020


Black Was The River, You See

by Dan Wood

Release Place Bath, United Kingdom
Edition 1st edition
Release Date 2021
Artist: Dan Wood
Availability Out of Print
Topics Pollution, Water
Format Hardcover
Dimensions 20.0 × 24.5 cm
Pages 136