The last couple of days have been lacking in inspiration for this writer, other than numerous local articles about the earthquake. Most of them have dealt with reports of damage, user-submitted photos of fallen items, and the like.
There's a report about our seismic network consisting of some 40 sensors around the Anchorage area, and how some parts of town shook much harder than others.
It's primarily dependent upon the type of soil in each location, as clay and rock have different responses to a 'quake. Go figure, eh?
There's also a new article this morning about mushers during the big 'quake - the title includes the words "rolling, cracking, spurting river ice":
For mushers in the 300-mile Northern Lights 300 Sled Dog Race, the big earthquake came while some were negotiating an icy trail on the frozen Yentna River, which started bucking and cracking. “It was the longest two minutes of my life,” said Karin Hendrickson.
That would be unsettling, to say the least!
I think a big part of what's "wrong" with me is the lack of snow. That white stuff reflects back even small amounts of light, and makes everything seem brighter. There's an op-ed in today's paper which describes my current symptoms perfectly:
With the start-and-stop of snow in Southcentral the past several winters, the weirds have settled in pretty hard for me. My eyes feel tired and swollen as if I had a mild sinus infection. I am cranky and think about sunny places in a resentful “if only” way — as though it’s not my choice to live in Alaska. They say if you consistently get outside, it’ll help you through this part of winter. Maybe I could feel worse, and I do wonder, but I get outside a lot, and I wouldn’t exactly say I feel “better.”
Yep. That. Having said that, I'm clinging rather desperately to the upcoming trip to the Midwest, where the sunlight is some 30% brighter than in Alaska. I'll get out, soak it in, and spend all day walking around in it.
Let's just say that April can't come soon enough, this year.