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Six years since the Christchurch earthquake. I didn't do the one minute's silence today, but every time I look at a clock and see '12.51' there's that shock of recognition, a gap opening up beneath things. Thinking of all those others affected.
Photo taken the day of the earthquake. This was a few hours after the main quake; I'd walked home to see what I could do there and then gone out to get my dog from his daycare, which I'd been unable to contact. In another hour or so the entire central city was shut down by the army and I had to leave.
(I can't get alt text to work; three wooden villas, twisted and distorted by the earthquake, but still standing. A figure on a bicycle watching in the foreground)
Photo taken the day of the earthquake. This was a few hours after the main quake; I'd walked home to see what I could do there and then gone out to get my dog from his daycare, which I'd been unable to contact. In another hour or so the entire central city was shut down by the army and I had to leave.
(I can't get alt text to work; three wooden villas, twisted and distorted by the earthquake, but still standing. A figure on a bicycle watching in the foreground)
