The Harz Mountain is a low range mountain in Germany. I spent my childhood there. It was what was called a fairytale forest. The “Brocken” is its highest peak. A historic steam locomotive has been taking visitors up there for over a hundred years. I photographed its journey this year. A strange atmosphere surrounds it, because the Harz Mountain lost 95 percent of their trees last year. After three years of drought, the trees were so weakened that a small beetle, the bark beetle, was able to destroy the forest. The locomotive, which still takes visitors up the mountain every day, is powered by coal and its heavy breath is admired by tourists. What began as a journey into the past has now become a journey into the future, a journey into the unknown, our journey.