I do photograph obscenities when they appear to "say" something. The surroundings, luck, and composition are factors too.

Here, a man in a baseball cap sits inside a bus shelter defaced by graffiti and streaks of grime. Presumably he's a "dues-paying" member of society.

The shelter has been marked from outside by a misspelled obscenity. No Aramark fast-food uniform, construction job or bus trip for this inner-city artist. (Unemployment was 2.2% locally at the time, and fast-food jobs were advertising $16. an hour to start.)

Instead the scribbler transforms a glass panel into his own personal billboard--venting his isolation and alienation from society. The scrawl does "say" something after all.