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!
Before a slew of historic reenactors, teenage metalheads clad in spikes, and quite possibly a fierce Scandinavian pagan deity or two knock on my door, I must clarify that by "abusing" I am merely referring to reusing an illustration I made of Leif Eriksson (or what I imagined he'd look like) aeons ago as an undergraduate project in graphic design.
Being a young and feisty metaller myself at that time, obsessed with all-things-Viking like all self-respecting representatives of the given subculture, I hand-drew a realistic image for "Leif," who was really just a dude from Amon Amarth. The portrait ended up on a panel I arrogantly punned "Norse America" (CONTROVERSY!) detailing the Viking arrival in what was the New World for the Europeans around 1000 AD.
Since then, my Leif has been reused for a variety of illustrative purposes getting more and more obscured by computerized effects, but still going strong--no doubt, much like the original specimen.
P.S. At least I don't draw Vikings with horned Wagnerian helmets, and that should count for something, right? RIGHT?