What would be on this particular bucket's list? Well, for sure, stop at all railroad crossings...

A Hoover for cleaning out old oil tanks and stuff like that.

And a fifth wheel too, as the truckers call it...

Personally, I've always loved the sound of the name, Bristol-Donald, and have seen it on mud flaps of trucks for years. Turns out it's a Newark-based company that makes truck bodies...

His job involves a lot of rocking and rolling of mute beings with tiny, featureless heads and narrow shoulders...

An oxymoron, sure, but this utility truck did bring to mind a kind of white noise or a representational canvas tilting into geometric abstraction...

Where 18-wheel cowboys corral their 10-wheel mounts...

Talk about a windshield filler. Such is the view from the driver's seat as I sat behind a dump truck at a red light in West Orange.

As a guy who takes pictures wherever he goes--which is to say not on assignment and not by invitation, though also not by trespassing--I hear these words from time to time.

"Can I help you?" is, of course, a polite way of saying, "Who the hell do you think you are taking pictures of my [fill in the blank]?"

I heard them again this morning.

Why do I have this thing about trucks? Not all trucks, just ones that for some reason arrest my attention. Like this one down the Shore, that I followed for a block or two until I could get close enough to take a picture.