The Battle of Kennesaw Mountain in June of 1864 was a bloody attempt to stop Sherman from taking Atlanta. Both sides suffered terribly, fighting not just each other in close proximity, but also fighting the Georgia heat and humidity wearing heavy woolen uniforms.

In preparation for the Union assault, the Confederates were forced to drag their cannon up the mountain by sheer manpower. They cut a swath of trees for a path and managed to get the guns up to the top and trained on the advancing Yankees.

One morning last fall, I was driving past the mountain and saw a ring of fog surrounding the top. I always carry my Nikon with me, always on the lookout for photo ops.

I decided that my appointment really wasn't THAT important.. it was just a job interview for yet another Corporate Stooge position... and I took a hard left and drove into the park and up to the top of the mountain.

The fog was quite heavy and thick, and I was the only one on the mountain at the time. It was eerie, and I could almost visualize the Blue and Gray wandering in and out of view through the fog, like phantoms.

With the help of a little pre-visualization and some filters, I wanted to photograph my feelings while there. I felt that so much blood was shed there that the souls of the troops who died were bound to the mountain, much the same as I felt when I was at Gettysburg as a child.

It was a horrible fight in a horrible war, and one can't help but feel a sense of loss as well as pride for the soldiers from both sides. Both sides believed passionately that they were right, and both sides were willing to give their lives to protect their families and a way of life that they felt were threatened. And in my small way, this was a tribute to them.