A quiet view inside the men’s bathroom at the Terminus Hotel.
A single hand basin stands beneath a rusted paper towel dispenser, its fittings intact but dulled with age. On the right, the stainless-steel urinal is lined with decaying leaves, blown in through the broken window that once looked out to the beer garden. Pale wall tiles and a mosaic floor pattern remain surprisingly clean beneath decades of stillness.
Even the most utilitarian parts of the hotel have their place in its layered story of working-class hospitality.
Presented on museum-grade archival paper with exceptional tonal detail, this photograph offers a rare, honest glimpse into the quiet corners of forgotten architecture.