Do you ever see plants and feel like they’re animate? These three palms in Saint Augustine, Florida, seem like three gossiping sisters. I imagine the things they’ve seen, perched on the shore of the oldest city in America. Did they quake their leaves in fear when Sir Francis Drake sacked and burned the city? Did they crane their necks, trying to look inland to the railroads that Henry Flagler laid down before he started changing the landscape of the city with his various buildings? Did they say their goodbyes during hurricanes, sure they’d never see each other again? Do they giggle at the tourists who visit the Fountain of Youth in the hopes that the waters will actually make them ageless?

We can only guess.