I find images of boats and harbours really evocative, as wonderfully grungy, in some way like trains and stations. Dirty because of purpose. They speak to me of hard work and honest people. Empty spaces and old tools. Rust alongside nature. Rotting wood and songbirds. All the places these contraptions have explored. Something that feels exciting to passers by but so totally normal to the fishermen themselves. Taking a land rover on a beach would be fun right? Maybe less glamorous if you're wearing fishy wool jumpers and oily oilskins, doing it every day.
I suppose I mean that the interest lies in the rift in experience.