Why are you sitting there, decrepit old boat? Has your skipper abandoned you? Can't he see how you are worn out and ruined? Why the neglect? Can't he remember how you kept him safe and afloat while providing stories for him to tell at the wine bar? So where is the skipper?
In spite of the dilapidated state of this boat, I could not ignore the aesthetic design of the curved wooden frames coming apart that once made a beautiful sturdy boat. The ocher and green smear marks also reminded me of sections of Turner's paintings.
Months ago I was told that it is too expensive to restore these fishing boats and only a handful of craftsmen capable of fixing such boats are left. So fishermen either use their savings to buy cheaper fibre glass boats or simply abandon the trade.
Gorgeous shot and composition. I like how you described the scene. True, all the trades , except one here and there,of my youth have now gone. My dad was a tailor and he worked long hours to deliver excellent made-to-fit outer wear. The trade is almost lost and only ready-made off the machines cloths are sold.
