Fortitude of nature and frailty of our constructs; or vice versa?
Barry once vied for supremacy with Cardiff as a port for coal-exporting. Now this power station consumes coal. The sea seems to almost lap against the walls of the turbine halls and coal stockpiles.
The close proximity of the graveyard to the power-station got me thinking! The guardian angel looks over the landscape – keeps an eye on all our loved ones in the ground. And the inscrutable power-station looks back at the angel. There is at once a safe and secure feeling engendered here; and yet there’s possibly danger too.