We watched the chimneys at the decommissioned Cockenzie Power Station being demolished on Saturday. They touched, then fell together.
Years ago, a friend had two huge pieces of art in transit. Each was on chunky canvas, about two metres square. I loved them before I even knew what I was looking at. One featured a crane; yellow, powerful, enormous. It looked limited, a tight muscle ready to be directed in careful dance. The other was the red rivet and line detail of treated steel: a new building emerging amidst city shadows.