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.
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.
The Divine is in the details
Leaning in, holding my breath, I raise my camera toward the coiled rattlesnake.
Anticipation
The floating lure hits the water with a plop, sending ripples out in neat concentric circles.