Walking the dog just before sunset, I noticed that aspen catkins lit by the golden hour resembled a thousand little candles (albeit hanging upside down and synchronously moving in the wind, as if nodding). Just for the record, I didn't nod back!
P.S. Normally, I remove the "blue glow (line) of death" caused by direct sunlight, but here, it adds to the impressionistic quality of the image. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it!