Bruce Van Patter
As a freelance illustrator, graphic recorder, and author, Bruce is on a lifelong journey to delight in the handiwork of the Creator. And he’s always ready for fellow travelers.
Fruit for the giving
The taste of the berries, each one a burst of sweetness, is an extravagance.
Blue
Why do we equate blue with sadness? Two other descriptors fit better.
Listening to the waves
How do we describe a sound as familiar as the surf?
Sailing into the unknown
As the sun rises over the bay, I am alone with a boat and a boyish longing for adventure.
Sit with me
Nothing can stop me on a walk quite like a quirky bench.
Symphony of praise
The sun is setting behind the cottages across this narrow lake.
Root force
Warned by the bright orange cone, I look down at the jutting sidewalk and think, “There’s humor here.”
Stand Alone
The old woman in the hotel breakfast area is holding court.
Keeping it simple
The speaker I am about to scribe has a message for me from Steve Jobs.