Man, in the years that followed it, there was nothing stopping me from remembering today’s significance. But with the last couple, not so much. It wasn’t until I was physically looking at a calendar a moment ago that the lightbulb went off about it being the anniversary of the 1994 Northridge earthquake.
Don’t know where you were at 4:31 a.m. that horrible morning, but I was living in Sherman Oaks when the devil’s freight train started popping wheelies beneath my house.
To the right is Cafe Cordiale on Ventura Boulevard fully involved. There are few more pictures I took that morning after the jump… using one of those old “film” cameras.
I climbed atop my motorcycle and rode up to Mulholland just after sunrise. This image from a vistapoint area on Mulholland east of Benedict Canyon shows the valley full of smoke.
An aftershock frozen in time. I snapped this of the hillside’s edge as it crumbled during an aftershock.
Back down to the valley floor here’s another shot of the fire at Cafe Cordiale.