I found this snippet of a poem that seemed just right to go with the photo of Cath in January 2008 lost in thought and gazing out at Sierra Nevada from her beloved Alhambra: “..if we were to stay here for a long time,... we would forget our names, would remember that what we first wanted had something to do with stones, the sun, the thousand colours of water, brilliances, blues.” Anne Stevenson, "Sierra Nevada" from Poems 1955-2005.