This weathered and peeling shell symbol caught my eye. There are a few small businesses around the hills with one (or two at the most) petrol bowsers waiting to fill passing motorists' empty fuel tanks (because they forgot to fill up at the super-mega petrol-station merged with supermarket/newsagent-thang in the suburbs, no doubt) The peeling and entropic nature of this particular symbol on one such bowser epitomises for me the whole inevitable futility of dragging non-renewable resources out of the ground to fuel our insatiable greed for power and control.
Speed the day when we have viable, environmentally friendly, renewable energy sources to zoom around with.
Camera: Polaroid SX-70 Film: SX-70
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