When you’re waiting long enough for something, you get…well, ideas.
Truly a post-modernist depiction of the plight of woodland creatures in the modern day deep winter. Or maybe just a vaguely fox shaped hole. You decide!
A common reaction for when winter waltzes in.
I know the artist is supposed to suffer for zher art…but what about the onlooker?
“Avian Apocalypse” is a tad dramatic, but probably quite a fitting name for winter with respect to birds. Why else would they go out of their way to fly south for the winter?
Doesn’t winter just drain the productivity out of you? It’s the best and the worst at the same time.
Only Felix can make snowflakes sound like the most amazing things you’ve ever heard of.
Incidentally, I just had my first day of flurries since summer today.
Also, I’ve been making changes to the comic’s art style (and the resolution of the image), and I think they’ve been working out for me. I hope you like them.