Stonehenge, New England Tablelands, New South Wales – Australia

Three is a number that has possessed an incredible power ever since the beginning of time. One is the very picture of solidarity while two is the epitome of partnership. Add another and you have three – a trinity capable of unlocking unspeakable potential. These three deciduous trees – the Three Musketeers – stood witness to the last of the light cast by the sun as it set over the New England Tablelands. In the stainless solitude of that ebbing evening, it almost seemed possible to hear their intimate conversation as they said farewell to another perfect day.

The light itself was at once both warm and ethereal as it blended perfectly with the ebony seams of the approaching night. The Musketeers were a family gathered before the glow of an inviting fireplace. In the stainless solitude of that ebbing evening, it almost seemed possible to hear their intimate conversation as they said farewell to another perfect day and shared their hopes for the one to come.