The cattle grazed lazily in the filed as morning mist rose off the tranquil Pensylvania farm.

This was the scene across the street from the Gettysburg battlefield. If standing on such hallowed ground was not poignant enough, this juxtaposition hammered it all the way home.

I stood, I shot, and I cried, completely overwhelmed that such beauty could exist where once such horror reigned. And yet, I was grateful; beholden to the valiant that gave all at this place so that the freedom existed that I might capture this scene so many decades later.

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