Shaken, not stirred
Dec. 30th, 2015 11:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
plonqOur area was hit by (what they are currently calling) a 4.9 4.3 magnitude quake last night. I was sitting at my computer trying to decide if I should go to bed when I heard and felt what I thought was my neighbours stomping around in their room. It quickly escalated, and I realized that it was not the neighbours, but an earthquake. At its peak, the building shook and swayed and made alarming sounds, but just as quickly it passed. Short as it was, it was probably the most interesting five seconds of my life this week.
One would think that with a big garden full of Christmas lights I could find something more interesting to take a picture of than a doughnut truck, but I loved how this thing stood out like a beacon in the cold and dark, attracting hungry visitors like a porch light pulls in moths.
One would think that with a big garden full of Christmas lights I could find something more interesting to take a picture of than a doughnut truck, but I loved how this thing stood out like a beacon in the cold and dark, attracting hungry visitors like a porch light pulls in moths.
