Bravery doesn’t have to mean risking your life. Bravery can mean dropping to your knees to take a serendipitous photo of a violet blooming through a sidewalk crack, and not caring who’s watching.
Small bouts of bravery
My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Thin spiral notebook 
I don’t know why, but I am terribly self-conscious when I am out alone photographing things. Weird, because I am not that way in other aspects of my life.
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Love it!
Age makes you braver too. They start to think I’m senile. Works out quite well 😉
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The picture is stunning! Well worth whatever it took to take it.
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Absolutely!
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this is great – I’ve graduated from flowers and started approaching people in the park & on my hikes & asking if I can take photos of them, their animals, etc. I’m amazed at how agreeable they are actually. I hope that means I don’t look like a weirdo! 😉
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This is a lot better than “stop and smell the roses”.
Good one, partner. Hug your daughter for me.
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There’s no shame in being weird, I agree! (:
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I love your definition of bravery and risk taking, where we feed our souls and our passions.
what a beautiful picture of that violet’s bravery 😉
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Hopefully, you were wearing jeans – and not a skirt. I’m just sayin’.
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That’d be a whole ‘nother level of bravery.
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Love this! Great job
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