I’ve always been partial to this picture. It really catches the moment I was looking for in this closing factory. It gets at the sexiness I saw in the place and eschews an indication of sexuality, to me it is just sexy, the place and the woman and the moment watching her abandoned and unadorned. 

There is desire for control, for a new era, for moving into this new time with re-enthused authority. This is a new vision, because the eyes have been scrubbed with a cleansing sand and the beaches have lifted out of their fog. Power given over for want of something to say, to say about the shooting of horses, collapsing the cavalry, and bruising the wits of retreating soldiers, who take to the tide caught masts and the fancied but half-bombed ferris wheel. All this for youths who lose their faces in war.