Melanie Barwise

Wolf

Where is there room for me?
Born in a cage, deemed unfit to live free.
Facing the trifecta of human response and impact.
Loved, hated, and inevitably displaced.
Where is there room for me?

Quarry

A pocket of stone carved out till it's gone. 

Junk and waste now replace limestone.
Seeds fall and trees are born.
The jewel tones of fall now frame and soften the scar.

The camera I used was a Canon PowerShot A520. For the wolf image I used the speed setting and for the quarry image I used the foliage setting.