It’s a winter morning in the little fishing village, Victoria-by-the-Sea and not a soul is in sight. The only movement is a garbage truck as it makes its rounds. Without that truck, one might think the little community was frozen in time.
Although the sea is frozen, the community still shows its connection to the water. The signs of life with the sea are everywhere.
The slipway is frozen to the road.
Channel markers are ashore ahead of the freeze-up.
A pleasure craft is high and dry near the wharf.
The hoists are frozen in position, until the fishers need them to lift the catch from their boats.
Restaurants are closed waiting for the fresh seafood.
Palmer’s Range Light has a history museum though the door won’t be open until the tourists return.
Two old boats are at rest near the range light.
The little village is quiet and deserted in the muted light of a cloudy February day. My husband and I are privy to a three dimensional work of art.