We drove the perimeter of the harbour, pausing to take photos where snow and ice permitted a space to park the car. Each photo opportunity was hurried and wind-pummeled, but worth the venture.
Despite the weather and the wind, the tidal waters were intriguing; I loved them in their winter garb.
Parrsboro offered ice-frostings, sunlight glinting on the edges of snow-melt, driftwood that was bleached and blown ashore, stark pilings, solid densities set in the neutrals of winter. The toned-down spareness made it easier to observe the colours, or lack of colours, the textures and sheens or sombre shadings.