Having been raised by immigrant parents in lower Manhattan, the Statue of Liberty holds special significance for me. My parents told stories of the excitement that they felt when they arrived in New York harbor and saw Ms. Liberty for the first time.
Her message called out to them.

In addition to the impressions made upon my by my parents, Ms. Liberty was a fixture in my life. On special family weekends, we took the ferry to Liberty Island, visited the Statue of Liberty and climbed to the top. In addition to these visits, Ms. Liberty was always there in the harbor. It just felt good to ride my bike through the Battery, look out and see her. She was my friend. I took different opportunities to photograph her and see her in new ways.
And one day she gave me the following image.

This shot awakened the deconstructionist inside of me. How far could I push this image and still have it be the Statue of Liberty?

Moving in another direction produced the following:

What does this all mean?
It's just fun to look at old friends in new ways.