Like many other people this morning, we went out to view what is happening in our watery city. You can see by the two photos above how much the Brisbane River has come up in 24 hours. The patch of green in the right hand photo is the top of the trees in the left.
The river is running incredibly fast, and along with it pontoons by the score that have been ripped adrift; a floating restaurant that has ended up crashing into one of the bridges; white goods; trees; and much much more. And all the while the sides widen, creeping up streets with stealth and determination, submerging all in its path, like Drifters Restauarant on the opposite bank. The street are abuzz with energy as everyone falls into conversation with whoever is nearby. It's almost like a party atmosphere, but with a crappy ending in store that people are determined not to cave in to. The worst is yet to come, tomorrow they say. The house we evacuated yesterday is now under water, with only the tops of bus stop signs in Fairfield showning this morning. By now they, along with everything else, will have disappeared.
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