God I love the backs of trucks. Late afternoon winter light, a miracle around here, where foggy smudgy is the rule. A long drive to get supplies at Grainger, where all the men wear overalls and the women tuck their hair under hardhats and don’t smile much. I fell in love with this truck on Fourth Avenue South. My phone went low res, but after some finessing I think the compositional magic is clear. Renaissance light, theme and variation, and subject matter with a purpose: Workin, workin, get outta my way.
