This picture reminds me of the work of the late Canadian folksinger Stan Rogers, whose songs lament the end of old ways and old boats--not just the great tall sailing ships, but the everyday working boats:
"Where Patterson Creek's muddy waters run down
Past the penny arcades, by the harbour downtown,
All the old turtlebacks rust in the rain
Like they never will leave there again.
But leave there they will in the hours before dawn,
Slip out in the darkness without word or song;
For a few more years yet they will work while they can
To catch tiny fish for Japan."