Roots and Spills

i don't like transport. of the motorised kind. i love the experience of travelling long distances, whether its train, plane, bus, but it comes with that same guilt that covers most modern activities, the knowledge that i'm afforded this luxury because somewhere someone is likely wrecklessly destroying some other life to make it available to me. i don't drive. i have no intention to ever own a car. i try not to have to go anywhere by car unless someone else is already going. i generally wouldn't get a bus if i can walk it in under an hour and a half or am with company. i have two flights planned already this year, which bothers me. short ones, both to the uk. i think i'll compact it into one round trip. but unfortunately oil gets everywhere. it touches nearly everything i eat and use at some point in some way.

emily was supposed to be digging for her own roots. but everything is coming out very black at the minute.

if anyone know of any ways to help with this; link, i would be grateful to hear your thoughts.

...not that it's any better when the oil industry gets it "right";

H2oil animated sequences from Dale Hayward on Vimeo.

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