The Distant Empath
@thedistantempath.bsky.social
Bret
Art, photos, and words. Fueled by coffee.
he/him
Art, photos, and words. Fueled by coffee.
he/him
Enjoying a quiet evening
July 18, 2025 at 1:07 AM
Enjoying a quiet evening
Beyond simple thresholds lie complicated worlds,
where people search for peace
and instead, create war within themselves.
Photo taken at 6 am on July 3rd, 2025 as I walked from the bus stop to work. My search for peace continues.
Be good to yourselves.
- Bret
where people search for peace
and instead, create war within themselves.
Photo taken at 6 am on July 3rd, 2025 as I walked from the bus stop to work. My search for peace continues.
Be good to yourselves.
- Bret
July 4, 2025 at 1:21 AM
Beyond simple thresholds lie complicated worlds,
where people search for peace
and instead, create war within themselves.
Photo taken at 6 am on July 3rd, 2025 as I walked from the bus stop to work. My search for peace continues.
Be good to yourselves.
- Bret
where people search for peace
and instead, create war within themselves.
Photo taken at 6 am on July 3rd, 2025 as I walked from the bus stop to work. My search for peace continues.
Be good to yourselves.
- Bret
"John"
June 22, 2025.
Read more in the alt text
June 22, 2025.
Read more in the alt text
June 22, 2025 at 8:55 PM
"John"
June 22, 2025.
Read more in the alt text
June 22, 2025.
Read more in the alt text
Spotted this gorgeous 1970 AMC Rebel Machine today.
June 3, 2025 at 10:11 PM
Spotted this gorgeous 1970 AMC Rebel Machine today.
"Peggy"
Drawing completed May 12th, 2025.
(Written piece in the Alt Text)
Drawing completed May 12th, 2025.
(Written piece in the Alt Text)
May 12, 2025 at 10:49 PM
"Peggy"
Drawing completed May 12th, 2025.
(Written piece in the Alt Text)
Drawing completed May 12th, 2025.
(Written piece in the Alt Text)
Drawing completed April 28th, 2025. This was the first piece I created both at home and on my breaks at work. I intend to continue that method, throwing in some café time, too. It's a good conversation starter, I'm told.
Be good to yourselves.
-Bret
Be good to yourselves.
-Bret
April 30, 2025 at 1:42 AM
Drawing completed April 28th, 2025. This was the first piece I created both at home and on my breaks at work. I intend to continue that method, throwing in some café time, too. It's a good conversation starter, I'm told.
Be good to yourselves.
-Bret
Be good to yourselves.
-Bret
I only see you when I dare to dream of all I have lost.
April 25, 2025 at 12:04 AM
I only see you when I dare to dream of all I have lost.
Milwaukee River Walk on a lovely Spring day.
#Milwaukee
#Milwaukee
April 16, 2025 at 10:36 PM
Milwaukee River Walk on a lovely Spring day.
#Milwaukee
#Milwaukee
"Cora"
Drawing completed three years ago today.
Drawing completed three years ago today.
April 9, 2025 at 12:29 AM
"Cora"
Drawing completed three years ago today.
Drawing completed three years ago today.
Rainy day drawing
April 2, 2025 at 3:06 PM
Rainy day drawing
"Elise"
There is rain in the distance.
She closes her eyes
and listens
to that eerie silence before the first drops
pelt the dry ground.
To the rumbles of thunder that make her smile.
Petrichor wafts around her.
She inhales deeply,
hugging herself
as the water trickles over her skin.
There is rain in the distance.
She closes her eyes
and listens
to that eerie silence before the first drops
pelt the dry ground.
To the rumbles of thunder that make her smile.
Petrichor wafts around her.
She inhales deeply,
hugging herself
as the water trickles over her skin.
March 13, 2025 at 12:41 AM
"Elise"
There is rain in the distance.
She closes her eyes
and listens
to that eerie silence before the first drops
pelt the dry ground.
To the rumbles of thunder that make her smile.
Petrichor wafts around her.
She inhales deeply,
hugging herself
as the water trickles over her skin.
There is rain in the distance.
She closes her eyes
and listens
to that eerie silence before the first drops
pelt the dry ground.
To the rumbles of thunder that make her smile.
Petrichor wafts around her.
She inhales deeply,
hugging herself
as the water trickles over her skin.
ghost in the toaster oven
February 21, 2025 at 2:05 AM
ghost in the toaster oven
"Kenzie"
The wind chill is well below zero, but she doesn't care. The sun is bright and makes the freshly fallen snow look like a blanket of diamonds covering the hillside. Days may not last long here, but she is content to soak in the light while it lasts. Living in the moment, where she belongs
The wind chill is well below zero, but she doesn't care. The sun is bright and makes the freshly fallen snow look like a blanket of diamonds covering the hillside. Days may not last long here, but she is content to soak in the light while it lasts. Living in the moment, where she belongs
February 13, 2025 at 6:22 PM
"Kenzie"
The wind chill is well below zero, but she doesn't care. The sun is bright and makes the freshly fallen snow look like a blanket of diamonds covering the hillside. Days may not last long here, but she is content to soak in the light while it lasts. Living in the moment, where she belongs
The wind chill is well below zero, but she doesn't care. The sun is bright and makes the freshly fallen snow look like a blanket of diamonds covering the hillside. Days may not last long here, but she is content to soak in the light while it lasts. Living in the moment, where she belongs
Looking more like a home.
February 9, 2025 at 10:52 PM
Looking more like a home.
"Philip"
Drawing completed February 6th, 2025.
Drawing completed February 6th, 2025.
February 6, 2025 at 5:41 PM
"Philip"
Drawing completed February 6th, 2025.
Drawing completed February 6th, 2025.
Creating makes everything better.
February 2, 2025 at 1:26 AM
Creating makes everything better.
Art in progress
January 30, 2025 at 3:14 AM
Art in progress
Take care not to get lost
in the melancholy
of an unfinished conversation
in the melancholy
of an unfinished conversation
January 19, 2025 at 11:09 PM
Take care not to get lost
in the melancholy
of an unfinished conversation
in the melancholy
of an unfinished conversation
"Iris"
A summer afternoon, windy and warm. She looks out over the ocean, eyes searching the horizon. Occasionally, she sweeps the hair from her face and smiles. Is it a memory she came here to relive? Is she hoping to see someone return? Whatever the reason, the story ends with that same smile.
A summer afternoon, windy and warm. She looks out over the ocean, eyes searching the horizon. Occasionally, she sweeps the hair from her face and smiles. Is it a memory she came here to relive? Is she hoping to see someone return? Whatever the reason, the story ends with that same smile.
January 3, 2025 at 2:13 AM
"Iris"
A summer afternoon, windy and warm. She looks out over the ocean, eyes searching the horizon. Occasionally, she sweeps the hair from her face and smiles. Is it a memory she came here to relive? Is she hoping to see someone return? Whatever the reason, the story ends with that same smile.
A summer afternoon, windy and warm. She looks out over the ocean, eyes searching the horizon. Occasionally, she sweeps the hair from her face and smiles. Is it a memory she came here to relive? Is she hoping to see someone return? Whatever the reason, the story ends with that same smile.
This drawing was done in early 2019, and in October of that year, I added the poem.
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays. Be good to yourselves.
- Bret
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays. Be good to yourselves.
- Bret
December 22, 2024 at 10:44 PM
This drawing was done in early 2019, and in October of that year, I added the poem.
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays. Be good to yourselves.
- Bret
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays. Be good to yourselves.
- Bret
As I spend my last week up here, I say farewell to an old friend. My Instagram followers have known this view for years. All those photos in my story, all those years. Another footprint erased by time.
December 4, 2024 at 7:39 PM
As I spend my last week up here, I say farewell to an old friend. My Instagram followers have known this view for years. All those photos in my story, all those years. Another footprint erased by time.
It's a strange feeling, watching a home be slowly dismantled and packed away. I know, I'm only moving downstairs. But it's a big change, and this home has been the one constant in my life since 2015. Sweet things and memories, just pieces on the floor.
December 1, 2024 at 2:06 AM
It's a strange feeling, watching a home be slowly dismantled and packed away. I know, I'm only moving downstairs. But it's a big change, and this home has been the one constant in my life since 2015. Sweet things and memories, just pieces on the floor.