The Forgotten Volunteer
Deep in the Florida woods, a weathered gravestone stands alone, half-swallowed by moss and shadow. It marks the resting place of John Moss Field, a volunteer who fought in the Indian War of 1835. But the silence around it feels too heavy, too deliberate. The stone’s inscription glows faintly in the filtered light, as if still calling out across centuries. The forest seems to lean in, listening. This black and white photograph captures more than history, it hints at a lingering presence, a soldier who never truly left.
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The Forgotten Volunteer
Deep in the Florida woods, a weathered gravestone stands alone, half-swallowed by moss and shadow. It marks the resting place of John Moss Field, a volunteer who fought in the Indian War of 1835. But the silence around it feels too heavy, too deliberate. The stone’s inscription glows faintly in the filtered light, as if still calling out across centuries. The forest seems to lean in, listening. This black and white photograph captures more than history, it hints at a lingering presence, a soldier who never truly left.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.