As I was sending it to Flickr I began a description that ended up like this...
I have a crush on square crosses, especially the red ones. I think they harken back to a time when I loved to watch MASH as a child, and had complex, very serious thoughts about war. Such a thinker I was.
But, I also think I respond to the harmony of the shape itself... the symmetry, the balance, the simplicity and strength.
All that coupled with the idea of care (medical), in a time of insanity and cruelty (war) is an irresistible contradiction who's offspring is called hope... I can't resist that.
I had no idea any of that was in my head. I love it when that happens.