The eastern façade of the Terminus Hotel catches the last light of the day, its bricks glowing beneath the trailing ivy.
Photographed from Harris Street, the view shows faded signage for the beer garden and snack bar still clinging to the wall, surrounded by green tile and weathered brickwork. A tangle of vines climbs toward the upper windows, softening the edges of the building’s worn geometry. The sun sets low behind the corner, casting sharp rays across the pavement and washing the lower walls in shadow.
The contrast between light and neglect makes this side feel like the edge of something waiting.
Printed on museum-grade archival paper with exceptional tonal fidelity, this image captures a fleeting balance between decline and beauty, perfect for contemplative spaces.