A rusted machine sits idle on the first floor of the White Bay Power Station Boiler House, its weathered frame bathed in soft light streaming through towering industrial windows. The space, once alive with motion and purpose, is now marked by silence, dust, and scattered remnants of the past.
Concrete slabs hint at equipment long removed, while chains hang motionless from above, frozen in time. The remnants of industry stand still, their purpose long fulfilled, leaving only the structure behind.
A moment of quiet decay, where light and shadow meet in the remnants of a vanished era.
Printed on museum-quality archival paper, preserving every intricate detail.