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 
Wham. And you did it again – you tugged at my heart in odd ways – unexpectedly! This makes me think of my dad who always wore his photographers vest with his Tilly hat. And how I followed him in his photog adventures… Sigh.
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So true! Bravery comes in all shapes and sizes. This is a great take on the prompt! And that flower is gorgeous.
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The photo is completely worthy of the bravest act.
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You are incredibly talented, Tara!
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This is something I can totally understand.
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A beautiful shot, brave, risk taker, taking a chance, boiled down to good advice- well done 🙂
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Oh, so true. The greyer I get, the more likely I am to hug trees in the fall, when their “true colors” come out. My daughter and I were known on our block in Buffalo for dancing in the rain… passing on the tradition. You are a good person, methinks! Thanks, Amy
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That’s great! I agree completely. 😉
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Apparently, I’m not that brave. I felt horribly self-conscious sprawled on the ground by the bank to take a picture of a blooming century cactus 🙂 (I suppose it didn’t help that my husband inched away and pretended he didn’t know me…)
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Good point about bravery. Not caring what others think takes a lot of courage or old age.
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