The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “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-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
I made subtle edits (but a lot) to this one. I cropped in a little and slightly sharpened the whole picture. I adjusted clarity, contrast, and the shadows to reach the desired effect. I used an adjustment brush on her plaque and face to sharpen those up a bit. I also used an adjustment brush on the sky to soften it and decrease the noise. I decreased the aqua saturation and increased the blue. *After typing all that, I’m sure there are people who could do the same thing with better efficiency! The original:
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