A weathered timber man box stands open at White Bay Power Station, its blue paint peeling away in curled strips. Once an enclosure for workers, it now sits abandoned beside rusting turbine housing, remnants of the station’s dismantling.
Ferns have taken root in the brickwork above, thriving in the cracks where mortar has given way. Dried moss clings to the surface, while streaks of mineral stains trace the slow movement of water down the wall. The faint blue-green tinge of oxidation marks where copper fittings once corroded, a subtle signature of time.
This print captures the balance of industrial decay and nature’s quiet persistence, offering a striking portrayal of the power station’s transformation.