"Do you see that tree? It is dead but it still sways in the wind with the others. I think it would be like that with me. That if I died I would still be part of life in one way or another.”
(Anton Chekhov, The Three Sisters)
Coincidentally, I photographed these trees last year, referring to them as the "three sisters" ever since, but not doing anything with this image until now. Chekhov has never been a favorite author of mine, nor has this particular play, but sometimes you ask Literature, and it responds.