Last light . . .

. . . and last gasp of the camera battery . . .

       Kiki finally got me out of the house to go see the deer by the river. Oh, don't look for them here; they were there in the gloaming off the river walk a couple of miles downstream from here. I had to pick up mail and a few bits and pieces from the store anyway.

       Last evening was Imponderables get together to watch more history and anthropology lectures. The anthropology lecturer started with a brief mention of Ishi, the last Yahi. I had to hunt out my book about him and I've been dipped into it throughout the day. Ishi the Last Yahi: a documentary history edited by Robert F. Heizer and Theodora Kroeber.

       "On March 25, 1916, an Indian died of tuberculosis in the hospital of the Medical School of the University of California, situated then as now on Parnassus Heights overlooking Golden Gate Park in San Francisco. His doctor and friend, Saxton Pope, a distinguished physician and  surgeon on the staff of the medical school, was with him when he died, and mourned his death as did the staff of the Museum of Anthropology, next door to the hospital . . . . "  The beginning of the introduction by Theodora Kroeber.