The worn concrete wall in this dimly lit corridor beneath the White Bay Power Station Turbine Hall bears the marks of decades of industrial use. Chipped edges and deep scrapes trace the passage of heavy machinery, each mark a testament to the routine struggles of maneuvering through this confined space.
The corridor stretches into shadow, flanked by brick and steel, where light from the far end hints at the world beyond. The rough textures of the walls and floor stand in stark contrast to the once-precise movements of workers navigating this path. Now, only dust and silence remain.
This evocative print captures the essence of industry and the relentless passage of time, ideal for those drawn to the raw beauty of abandoned architecture.