Yeah, as if I'm NOT going to toss Carissa into a pile of leaves...

Was it a moment of inauthenticity on my part, since I went back for the camera before tossing her in?

If you will it, it is no dream...

This baby IS the walrus...

She crawls...





She pulls...



She gnaws...



She communes with nature...



She composes ambient-experimental music...



She wears hats...



Goo goo g'joob.