A discussion at flickr’s “utata” startled me. It was about photographing in hospital waiting rooms and such, and I remembered how I shot everything, frantically, obsessively when I was in hospital in 2006/7. That resulted in a pretty large archive of files, which I’ve carefully archived and stored, but I show those photographs to no one. My relationship to them hasn’t changed: I started pondering whether I felt differently towards them, but no, I still don’t want them to be exposed. I need to know they are there, though, stored safely, yet I also know the only safe storage is either a negative or a print. Utata’s discussion also reminded me of the fact that this has very much been my life for the last couple of years. A regular, someone who frequents hospitals a lot. Part of what my life is about and increasingly so. It’s why I relish being in the sun, so to speak, whenever I have the opportunity. Grab the moment, because it will not come around again.