Photo by myself on the Q Train.
It's business as usual here, after our little earthquake scare.
I wasn't intending to take photos of these kids performing on the subway ride home. But they were so energetic and flexible, I could not resist.
Handstands and fancy footwork were all over the place. A boombox played hip hop music in the background.
Fortunately, Tuesday's earthquake was rather minor here. Many people didn't feel it at all.
I was lunching with coworkers in our kitchen. Feeling faintly wobbly, as if I were on a boat, I looked down at the legs of my chair. I didn't remember that this chair was wobbly. How strange. The wobbling continued for a little while.
Soon the office was filled with nervous chatter. An announcement was heard on the PA system. The shaky voice of the building super told us to stay calm.
Text messages, phone calls and emails flew. Mark texted me immediately from Chelsea to say he was all right. Down below, the sidewalk was crowded with evacuees from neighboring buildings.
Earthquakes are the last thing on any New Yorker's mind, since much of New York is built on bedrock. The epicenter of the quake was only about 300 miles outside New York City.
Many readers of the Times posted their experiences of the quake, in New York and elsewhere. There are over 1000 comments and counting. Click here to read them.
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