A self portrait on a tire swing outside the Service Building.
I’ve written it before, but I like observing the way buildings change in terms of new windows, bricked up doors, and so on, and thinking of how their forms change to reflect the work inside of them.
The right portal used to go straight into the basement of the hotel, judging from the ruins.
They remodeled, apparently.
It looks like this doorway was bricked up while the building behind it was still being used as a rail shop.
Why the door had to be moved over 2 1/2 feet will remain a mystery.