Battersea Power Station’s chimneys rise like colossal figures, cutting into a black sky with uncompromising force. Their scale speaks of an age when industry was power itself, monuments built to dominate both land and horizon. Yet the scene is unsettled: clouds drift across their base, reminding that no structure is absolute. A small airplane approaches, fragile against the chimneys’ weight, yet embodying the same defiance - the will to occupy the sky. The image becomes a study of power and transience - titans locked in a silent dance, with vulnerability as their unexpected partner.