Who would have thought just one day after my last post about confused
lighting that I would come across an example so quickly. Lyle and I
were in Ohare Airport at Chicago. We needed to walk between terminals
for our connecting flight, and then from Concourse B to C.
We left the pleasant daylight afforded by overhead skylights and
descended down an escalator to a dark tunnel. Just as my eyes were
adjusting to the change in light, there was a sudden series of flashing
white lights in the ceiling. They looked like twisted ropes. I kept my
eyes downcast, but then the brilliant white lights changed to blue,
then green, purple, orange, and red. Lyle kept me close to the wall of
subdued fluorescent lights shining through translucent plastic tiles
along the edge of the tunnel walk.
The tunnel was quite long and I was glad when we ascended the escalator as we reached the other end.
The tunnel was a perfect example of confusing lighting for someone with partial sight.
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