Viewed from further down the corridor, the path leads toward the main bar, now partially lit through a distant window.
On the left, a mound of flaked paint has gathered along the skirting, the result of years of gradual peeling from the layered green walls.
Near the front of the frame, a section of render has fallen away to expose the original brickwork beneath, rough and unpainted. The light catches this worn surface in passing, illuminating the quiet erosion of time at the Terminus Hotel.
This hallway feels less like a route and more like a memory of one.
Expertly photographed and printed on archival fine art paper, this image brings depth and intimacy to any wall, rich with texture and quiet atmosphere.