The lingering despondency were no exception to the cold winter wind I felt in the misty air. As I stood on the opposite side of the fence, I watched the bodies slowly awaken minutes before the sun made a slow appearance.
The closest cows stared in dismay.
Their curiosity caused a premature gathering where I stood with my camera in hand, and where they waited to be taken on their daily browsing routine.
The sound of loud coughs broke the eerie silence as the sun rays greeted us on the horizon - the start of the golden hour.
As I stood frozen, I looked upon the cows and mourned their unfortunate existence.
I gazed upon the eyes of these beautiful animals, and while I noticed the marks of abuse left on their bodies, I wept...