Every morning, I get a flash of inspiration about the title and the content of the day’s blog post. Often, that flash of inspiration comes from a photo I took the day before with no flash.
However, today’s flash of inspiration is this:
That is a no-flash photo, taken by my flashily talented ex-husband, Leon Fairbanks, of our son Aaron.
I am now going to flash some definitions of “flash.”
This is how I use Flash in a sentence: Before I started writing this post, I had a Flash of terror (like Kirov) (see above) about Aaron flying on a plane next week to return to Scotland to complete his last semester at the University of Edinburgh.
News flash: Despite all our good intentions about being safe and doing the right things during this no-flash-in-the-pan pandemic, many of us are having flashes of terror.
All my photos today are taken with no flash.
That’s our flashy cat, Harley.
If you flash a comment about this “Flash/No Flash” post, I’ll definitely flash a reply soon.
It’s time for today’s flashy finale: Thanks to my ex-husband Leon, our son Aaron, my second husband Michael, our cat Harley, Quarterflash, all the flashes of light around us, and those who help me flash my thoughts and feelings into the world every day, including YOU!