The first resonates for me, (J.M.W. Turner holds a strong position on the fringe time and vision of sleep coloured by his winter storms near the sea, and even steamboats in those storms, very much like the winter powers of sea where I most feel alive. I'm not sure many associate Turner with those storms and cold, but those are how I came to love his work.) That first shot is the one I would have been happy to see, even without the boat, and framed exactly as it is... As if the excited energy is about to break into the mix.
Perfect example of why tripod holes seldom work for hit and run photographers or life absorbers. You need to be there, be willing to stay, and look over your shoulder and behind you. To see~