Its been a long time since I added to this series. This scruffy socket, mounted to a column in a dingy, florescent-lit waiting room in the Kings County Board of Ed, had a beleaguered yet vigilant quality to it. I hope it appreciated the attention.

I like drawing the backs of things, the parts of products that aren’t meant to be seen on a regular basis. I did this drawing a few weeks ago, and now I can’t remember what body part or accessory it actually is!

A “life” drawing.

There is a crabapple tree not too far from the house. Milo likes to walk there and pick the apples. They’re ugly, but they actually taste pretty good.

Over the past week, while hanging out with Milo, I did some sketches. Milo decided to pitch in, and this week I’ll be showing the results. Here’s the first one:

Here’s another one:

The garden has been producing some truly deranged and comical carrots this year. Here’s one:

It’s that time of year when the weary old tree in front of our house sprinkles our front yard with thousands of hopeful little tree-sperm. I drew this while Milo frolicked in the dirt.

A garbage can in the playground on 67th & 1st, near Sloan Kettering. I was sitting on a bench as Milo slept in his stroller and Julie was at the hospital visiting our friend Wynne who is dying of cancer. It was a perfect spring day,  frolicking nanny-nurtured children everywhere, meanwhile in the surrounding medical buildings, all sorts of disease and despair. Somehow this grim, stinky garbage can, surrounded by pampered, carefree offspring of the Manhattan elite symbolized the same dynamic, but in reverse.