The red stack

The Red Stack. 2020.

The stack feels almost stubborn, holding its line while the sky seethes around it. Warm red brick pushes up through a churn of grey and white cloud, a human-made mark surrounded by weather that does not care it exists. I was interested in that tension, the way a single column can feel both fragile and monumental when the storm builds behind it. This photograph lives in that uneasy pause before the rain, when the light is thick, the clouds are rolling, and the old industry on the horizon is left to weather whatever comes next.

82 mm • f/5.6 • 1/8000 sec • ISO 200.