For me the most enduring images of Japan’s earthquake and tsunami have not been the larger-than-life pictures of nature’s all-too destructive forces. These, certainly, are breathtaking in their scale and horror. Few will soon forget the footage of a 30ft wave, churning like an angry beast up the shore – cars, boats and even entire houses, some of them aflame, tossed in its muddy intensity. Nor will they quickly erase the image of the seaside town of Rikuzentakata in the tsunami’s silent aftermath, its wooden houses shredded into rough-hewn matchstick, a graveyard for the drowned.
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