Photos by: me. Model: my friend the writer Terry Winkelmann, posing as her alter-ego, "Juniper Joy." The location: Sedona, Arizona, the magic nexus of Vortex energy and site of my retirement fantasties. No, I'm not there today. I'm in St. Louis, writing and storyboarding and eating leftover vegetarian chili (from Whole Foods; recommended.) But to distract myself, I was shuffling some photos on the G4, saw this snap from a previous journey to the magic lands of the Southwest, and decided to post it. Why? (A.) To let some Sedona-powered pixels glow on us all this Friday, and (B.) to embarrass Terry.
Have great weekends, and may you feel just like this at least once before Monday.
P.S. Let's pull the lens back a little. Terry is actually sitting here:
My retirement house, that is. In 20 years. But it starts with a vision, right? Well, this sun-kissed Vortex, part of my "retirement location scouting," was gloriously fun to shoot, which I did with my little Olympus (2.1 megapixels,) the last time I was there, which was -- good grief! -- September '02. Too long ago. Who's up for a return?

Hmmm. I'd love to post more photos here, but they don't exactly fall under the category of "comedy writing." Unless I give them all funny captions. Okay. I need a funny caption for this one. Ahem:
"How do you get red rocks? Sunbathe on your back in the nude."
That doesn't even make sense. I'll keep working on it.
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