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VHF Channel 66A 50 24. 82N 125 30. 00W

Annemarie's Artwork

Annemarie Richter

22 March 1924 – 20 November 2003

Annemarie was devoted to harmony, beauty, and the joy of good conversation.


She bends,

not for the morning paper, but for the daily news

from a kelp-covered world,

bending over the sucking sands at low slack,

in the gap between the tides, even as her own life

slipped slowly through its bright glass of hours.

She bends

over a table

through the snowsleep

of the dreamdark months,

assembling her collection of this and that,

piecing together a jaunty mathematics of the sea

from the disregarded bits and broken

rainbows of lives, like the dirty

secrets of long-abandoned shell homes

with their pink and white corrugated roofs,

the doodled-on cracked carapace of crab

or the beerless bottle bumped

from rock to brine-drunk rock,

all made equal to whole pearly stones

at the flick of a bottleless cap, or when

a flight of oyster clouds is buttoned

over a single jewelling fish

which swims to a gold watch

strapped to the big blue bucket

that waits at china’s end. Framed,

they hang on the Blind Channel docks,

outlasting her inestimable life.

We who come are mended in their presence.

Daisies she planted below each mosaic

grow man-size, peer into them,

themselves wayward beauties, salvaged

from a lethal jagged edge.

The years wash one upon another,

keep delivering me to her shore,

where deep is the bend of her

inside me

over the winking sands of waters gone

and welcome, these lozenges of rain

that have begun to drop,

chipping the glass sea.

Lynne Burnett


This is a beautiful place and very comfy accommodations, with friendly staff. I am reading two books, "I Heard the Owl Call my Name" and "Spilsbury's Coast." It is unique to be reading stories of the coast history while living in it. A wonderful trip.

Elise and Hugh