For several decades I regularly have spent weeks or longer in a van traversing Texas backcountry (mainly), seeking nature's beauty with my camera. Sometimes I include my van in the shot. But for many areas I go, it's best not to look as if your vehicle and contents have much value. So I make my old van look quite junky.
Now for the last half-decade I've been increasingly specializing in long exposure light painting photography in remote, dark areas. There, a junky old van (opposed to a pickup truck) adds a sense of mystery. "What's he doing out here?" Also, questions of the creator becoming the created arise. "Have I actually become what I've been trying to appear as?"
In one sense, yes: I live a spartan lifestyle on the road (for it purifies me of my excesses). And a "hobo" in the traditional sense (see Wikipedia) is an itinerant living austerely as he travels the roads/rails searching for work. Analogous to my search for my work -- great photos.
Because I also write screenplays, an imagined narrative sequence occurred to me, particularly as I'm a rather private person:
"A photographer on a rural street shoot follows a junky old van around. Its owner, apparently, is either absent in the dark wilderness or too reclusive to show himself/herself. Until...!"
This self-referential fictional narrative [drawn from my ongoing light-painting body-of-work of nature areas] crosscuts categories, including rural "street" photography (as it raises issues germane to it, such as privacy, ethics, and identity. Also, psychological concepts such as Jungian "shadow self," (multiple) "persona" or masks.) I hope its ironic and self-mocking dark humor will entertain as well as make the viewer think.