I've gone from flippant to excited to nervous to shit scared to edgy to numb. Adrenaline and coffee can only carry you for so long - the nerves fray and catatonia sets in. Especially after a few beers. I'll put up the email I sent last night at some stage, it encapsulates Monday pretty well - even though it was written just before the wee swarm of 4 to 5+ strength shakes around midnight. It wasn't a restful night.
Anyway, here are some photos from the days after the quake. Credits to Eroica and Greg.
|a few cones should solve that..|
|a good fixer-upper|
|al fresco dining|
|we're going to need a big broom|
|hand of god..?|
|wall, meet car - now be friends|
|I can see your crack|
|just a minor pothole|
|no morning papers today|
|plenty of free bricks|
|the front fell off|
PPS: This Christchurch quake map is the best way to explain the number and intensity of the quakes over the past few days - makes me incredibly glad I wasn't here on Saturday. All it needs is a percussive soundtrack.