The Tunnel

The photos in today's post were taken on New Year's Eve itself, when after celebrating in Karlovac, I went to the old town of Ozalj. I went down to Mrežnica, down to the railway and tracks that no longer lead anywhere, but are there for us, the photographers. Walking through Ozalj means stepping into a place where time seems to slow down, and every corner tells its own story. Beneath the magnificent walls of the Old Town of Ozalj, where once the hum of locomotives and the creak of wheels could be heard, today the tracks lie quietly overgrown with blackberries. And they are wonderful!