Tuesday had a few scary moments when the earthquake occurred in Virginia. I was at work, about forty miles from the epicenter. Based on the Richter scale, it was a moderate earthquake which is defined in Wikipedia as:
Can cause major damage to poorly constructed buildings over small regions. At most slight damage to well-designed buildings.
But when you’re on the sixth floor of a glass building with research labs several floors down, and the building start shaking the first thought is – did something happen downstairs? But when the shaking doesn’t stop, those of us not from Virginia start asking do earthquakes happen here? And the Virginia natives replied – not like that!
About half of us evacuated the building, the rest watching us from upstairs. I lived in upstate New York when the towers came down, so I kept moving further and further down the driveway. If something was going to happen, I didn’t want to be close to it.
It was scary and creepy, although surprising that it was actually enough to make all the major media within minutes. It truly was a big deal.
Here’s the front of the office building where I work.
Word for tomorrow – HOME. If you prefer to work ahead, see the list for the week under “A Word A Day”.
I am a backyard adventurer, philosopher and observer, recording my life in journals and photographs. Visit my blog at www.livingtheseasons.com or write me at dogear6 [at] gmail [dot] com.