A dust-covered indicator panel stands at the northern end of White Bay Power Station’s Turbine Hall, its glass dials frozen in time. Scratches and scrawls mar its dark surface, silent marks of the station’s long abandonment.
Beyond, towering industrial windows diffuse soft light over aging machinery, while ferns push through the cracks in the brickwork, nature slowly reclaiming its ground. The checker plate flooring, worn and strewn with debris, leads towards a forgotten workspace, a reminder of the industry that once thrived here.
This atmospheric industrial print captures the haunting beauty of White Bay Power Station, where time and nature converge in quiet decay.