I always wonder with shots like these: people work/worked here. did they ever stop and observe the beauty surrounding them or fathom the possibility that such beauty, as portrayed by this image, could be conjured in a utilitarian place like this? I guess that is where the poetry lies, in the surreal lack of human deriven scale. This is a place of industry. Humanity is an afterthought. To throw such a powerful symbol of humanity as the nude female on top of it... the clash is powerful.