Me, I just like taking pictures of all the kind of bits of miscellaneous,
frayed and rusted and tangled,
nylon and plastic and perished,
sand and salt-faded this and that you find on boats. Or near them.
Or something lovely someone else made, on boats, or other subjects: these stained glass windows from the thick-walled little church by the harbour at Locmariaquer, each pane and shard a thick and brittle grozed chunk, like blue and gold and pink and white boiled sugar, broken with a toffee hammer.
Or sometimes I just sit on boats, and let other people take the pictures.