This old hotel on Bridgeport’s main street is believed to have several resident ghosts, including the inevitable “woman in the white dress who walks the halls at night”
Ghostly or not, I found the front door of the place to be oddly painted. Notice the blue trim on the right – it just stops. Why? It is one of those inexplicable human quirks you’ll learn to pick up as you develop your sense of observation – an essential tool for any photographer. What human values does this odd trim job suggest? How about forgetfulness? Or thrift – if you run out of paint with so little left to go, why buy a new can? Or perhaps it has something to do with those ghosts. Are they trying to tell us something?