In here:

Photographer:

I'm guessing it's Leslie, since she shows up in none of the shots. She is involved in parturition and perhaps girth concealment.

George Miller Online

I got mail (and pictures) from Leslie, aka Leslah, aka Ms. Miller. She's getting ready to have baby number two, and is getting plenty of practice with the digital camera and baby number one, a shockingly blond kid named George.

T is still the Big Man in Bogota, which means he's so big he's never there. He goes off to cover stories in Venezuela and Nicaragua and other places. Also he gets really busy when reporters and photographers working for the L.A. Times get kidnapped, or a Bogota club gets bombed, or some other exciting thing that makes me glad to live in Tokyo, at least until Kim Jong-il presses the red button instead of the blue one.

Anyway, here are the snaps.

	The king is crowned; the king is a year older. Long live the king!
	Wearing a hat in bright sunshine will protect follicles that could otherwise be in pretty bad trouble. cough
	A future botanist plays with the world's smallest tumbleweed.
	A portrait of the artist . . . (here Adam Hotek bursts through the door to interject something about James Joyce and possibly the Seattle Supersonics)
	The ever-popular windblown look.

(2003.3.12)