What's really going on here?

After two weeks in Argentina, I have begun to ask myself this question..."what's really going on here". Being in a large metropolis where I feel very comfortable, thus far, makes seeing what lies below the surface that much harder. Each day I try to stay very conscious of my surroundings, which has allowed me to capture great images that are written everywhere on walls, in the subway, on the bottom of public telephone booths. There are lots of people wanting to get a lot of messages out. Everyday I snap a picture of some curious message written someplace. Most I understand and some I don't know what they are getting at. The good news is that I notice them. Both random Argentines and my classmates alike look at me strangely and sometimes ask, "how did you see that". I think to myself, "how could I not have seen it?" ha It is interesting how easily we shut our eyes to what becomes ubiquitous. But, in the ubiquity there is a heck of a lot of diversity and some pretty good messages. Anyhow, it is 1:30 a.m. in the morning and I may be delirious. Enjoy the shots. See below the blog postings for the photos. P.S. Picture says: My life has value, my body doesn't have a price.

Night...