A worn step rises to meet the barroom threshold, framed by peeling green paint and chipped timber trim.
Pressed metal ceilings stretch out overhead just beyond the doorway, catching what little light filters through the front windows. The path to Harris Street once ran to the right, while the beer garden sat quietly to the left. At the base of the step, sandstone blocks reveal themselves beneath the carpeted riser, forming part of the bar’s original foundation.
At the Terminus Hotel, even a doorway tells its own story. It carries the weight of passage and the slow crumble of time.
This finely detailed print is produced using museum-quality pigment inks on archival cotton rag paper, offering rich tonal depth and long-lasting clarity.