Metal cages

This week, I finally put images on a feeling that I'm dragging since my childhood, and which haunt me every time I pass one of these little ordinary victims. I've always found that this kind of blunt vision was quite terrible for a kid (or an adult that kept a minimum empathy), and yet, these visions are now so merged in the landscape that it's tempting to simply dismiss them, as a necessary fatality.  For myself, it always reminds me that our supremacy has a cost, and not a small one to take on.

Have a good week, and drive safe and slow, especially from dusk to dawn :)
Kisses,
Mali