I was raking leaves in Toronto last night where it also feels like a lot of folks have discarded masks, so Adrian Tomine‘s latest cover for The New Yorker resonated with me.
The copy of The Loneliness of a Long-Distance Cartoonist propped up against the railing is also a nice touch.
So nice to see a broom rather than a leafblower in the illustration.
Strangely pensive and quiet in atmosphere. It’s almost as if the viewer can see the expression on the man’s face and hear his thoughts.