Taken in 2009, recently processed in Photoshop with Topaz Adjust and Textures.
Regardless of what current politicians might think, the words at the base of the monument define who we are.
Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
I am a child of Immigrants