A column of glass bricks stretches skyward along the red brick façade of the White Bay Power Station Boiler House, a fractured spine of light and shadow.
Some panes remain intact, their surfaces dulled by time, while others are cracked, missing, or hastily replaced with weathered plywood. The pattern feels random, shaped not by design but by years of exposure and neglect.
Each broken segment tells a different story—of storms, of vandals, of the slow, inevitable march of decay. Yet, even in its deterioration, the column retains a sense of symmetry, a relic of an era when industry was built to last, even as the elements work to reclaim it.
With its striking perspective and rich textures, this piece is a bold addition to any space, offering a unique intersection of architectural photography and industrial history.