Passengers on the Yurikamome transit line in Tokyo walk along the track towards Shiodome station
Photograph: Koji Sasahara/AP
Was cleaning up in my picture archive and came across this one. Had to do a reverse image search, as I had completely forgotten what the subject was about. Then I found some relevant articles, here’s one:
An 8.9 magnitude earthquake hit Japan on March 11, 2011, and this picture was so orderly and serene compared to the other ones from the disaster. Which is probably why I decided to save it.
I was in Ibaraki for this earthquake. One of the only times in my life I was ready to accept that it was the end for me.
Thankfully we didn’t get the worst of it where I was, but it was a crazy time for everyone.
Po po po po~n.
I was staying in Asakusa. I ran out of my hotel with only socks on. Walking on the asphalt street outside felt like I was walking on sand the vibrations were so fierce.
Same exact time the day before, I thought I felt a tremor and no one else in the building did. I looked outside and say the powerlines swinging for a moment before stopping. I didn’t know at the time that it was a preshock.
I was in Fukushima. Thankfully, I was far enough inland not to experience the tsunami, but I could not say that we did not experience the worst of it otherwise.