As far back as I can remember, I’ve never had an association with the word “flash.” If you’ve ever seen me run, you know people would only call me “Flash” if they were being sarcastic. I’m also not a flashy dresser and I don’t drive a flashy car.
The more appropriate adjective to describe my wardrobe and my means of transportation - and my running, for that matter - is probably something along the lines of “sloppy” or “dumpy.” That aversion to flashes and flashiness has even extended to my photography, where I’ve generally shied away from using a flash or other artificial lighting setups.
Any time I ever tried to use an on-camera flash, the results were predictably terrible, with everything blown-out and overexposed. I’ve also tried to use a flash on a camera hot shoe
