This hallway once connected the daily workings of the Terminus Hotel, stretching from the main bar past the dining room and barkeeper’s office, looping around the kitchen toward the beer garden beyond.
Layers of green lead-based paint peel from the walls in wide, curling sheets, while the ceiling above is cracked and pitted, its surface brittle with age.
Light spills in from nearby rooms, glancing across the debris-strewn floor and catching the contours of an arched doorway at the end of the passage.
What was once a thoroughfare for staff and guests now holds the stillness of an emptied stage.
This photograph captures the rhythm of functional space now silenced, printed with museum-grade archival materials that honour the texture and light of every worn surface.