In the shadowy recesses beneath the operating floor of the White Bay Power Station Turbine Hall, this storage area remains frozen in time. Rusted lockers line the walls, their doors ajar, revealing emptiness within. Layers of peeling paint and scattered debris hint at years of abandonment, where industry once thrived.
A corroded staircase leads to an overhead walkway, its railings now worn and brittle. The metal framework, once part of a functional workspace, still clings to the walls, standing as a testament to the structure’s enduring strength. The vastness of the turbine hall looms above, its scale felt even in this forgotten corner.
For those drawn to the beauty of industrial decay, this print captures a striking balance between the weight of history and the stark stillness of what remains.