Again I have to write a lead to an album of a branch line dedicated to be closed. It seems they will never be content with their work to ruin our railways, or let us be content that at least it's over, and the lines left are safe.

Nowadays every forum, paper and discussion is about the closure of lines, and other parts of the railways are surpressed to the background, the joy that could be found on the rails is poisoned by the continous thought that some lines are just being killed.

I don't really want to fill these albums with sad lookbacks, so I didn't take photos that would remind us to the downfall of these once so celebrated lines. I documented the daily routine - the loose daily routine with as few trains running on the branch lines as possible, deciding the destiny of these lines from up, cruelly.

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