Stamsund Residency

For some reason this image seems to capture some sort of essence. A boat filled with water on the shore. Something is a bit out of place. Seems like a great metaphor, for what, I'm not exactually sure.

I wrote this in my book the other day 15.04.07:
I'm so comfortable here. Why should I leave? I'm content, relaxed, I have my books to read and films to watch. Why should I leave? I'm tired and my couch fits me perfectly. It's been years since I've watched T.V. and I enjoy it, the brainless activity, that is. Then, why should I leave? I seek no adventure. I seek no knowledge. So, why should I leave? Can anyone tell me why I should leave. Do I need to leave? Do I want to leave? The sun is shining and the snow has melted. Shadows of the waters' reflection dance on my ceiling and walls, waves lap at the foundation of my home, so why should I leave. I can take another nap here on my couch and listen to Beethovens first symphony for the first time. What is there to allure me from the inside?

Then on my walk yesterday I wrote down the following question; What does it mean to make portraits from the landscape?

Seems like the picture, the journal entry and my question are tied together somehow.
I just can't put my finger on it yet. However, I can't believe that it's too much different from what a lot of people think.