What I'm trying to convey here is the sense of this small, beaten-up boat, standing defiantly to the endless sea, apparently all by itself. I don't want to get overtly elaborate, but it's meant to be a paradox on ourselves, petty race mankind, rising each day to affront an often less than pleasurable world, which is why the edges look like they do, as darkness circling our little guy, who regardless of everything is still there. I also played a little with the contrast and sharpness, to make clearer the point of the boat being the good guy, and the darker environment the uncontrollable, unpredictable, and sometimes even downright evil forces that form our surroundings. Still, I didn't want the boat to look flawlessly white, we might be the good guys in our own stories, but no one of us is actually 100% good. Also, I still wanted the chips, dirt and flaws of the boat to remain noticeable. We carry our own baggage of defects, wounds both emotional and physical, and so does Mr. little boat on the picture. I hope some of that comes across, though. Otherwise I just took a photo of a beaten-up boat... And a couple minutes away from you.