I spent nine hours in the emergency room a few days ago. Lot's of time sitting there, staring at the ceiling between tests. I was not actually feeling totally terrible during most of the visit, which was kind of weird since I was, after all, in the emergency room. But there we were, so my husband and I took some pictures while we waited. Hey, it was better than trying to read the one, ancient Family Circle magazine left in the room.
I'm fascinated with the language of design and place, and what it all communicates. Unlike my critique of all the stuff we have to interface with as diabetics, the emergency room is obviously ALL about medicine and the business of crisis and triage. This is a place where lives are saved and the people who work there are absolutely amazing. (I truly don't know how they do it. And with such kindness, concern and grace)
What can be very interesting, is what a collective image can say about the specific. The sum of the parts communicate something different than each individual picture. So I've started a clinic flickr set, including some of the photo's from last Saturday, to capture some of the "collective medical" world that I see and interact with. Just another way to make it real, by letting the many singular images collect to become one whole.