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Portrait | Why I Love Texture?
Adding textures to a photograph is definitely is not a cup of coffee for everyone especially to those who don’t have much free times to play around with Photoshop. Maybe I was lucky to have so much free time to play around with Photoshop then but then again it is not really about whether you have the time or not, it is about whether you like it or not. I believe we can always find the time to do what we love to do, people who love fishing will find the time to go fishing, people who love mountain climbing will find the times from their busy schedule to go…
- Black and White, Emotion, Expression, Face, Family, Malaysia, People, Photoshop, Portrait, Portraiture
The Portrait | Grain and Texture
Just a quick update of my son portraits from my busy schedule covering Thomas and Uber Cup Finals 2010 here in Kuala Lumpur. Even though the pose is still the same like I always do but I like to captured my son expression, the pose may be the same but the expression will never look the same. About the processing of the top photograph, I like to “Fade” my picture a bit before adding texture. The way I did it is by using three layers, on top of the colored picture or the middle layer is black and white picture of the same image and I reduce the opacity so…
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Thomas & Uber Cup Finals 2010 | Congratulations
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Portrait | A Girl With A Camera
© 2010 Wazari Wazir | Senior Portrait | Mesilau Photography Workshops | Sabah Tweet news and informationbusiness,health,entertainment,technology automotive,business,crime,health,life,politics,science,technology,travel
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Father and Son | Yesterday When I Was Young
© 2010 Rujiah Muhin | Photograph of Me Taken By My Wife | Kiram Village | Mesilau Yesterday When I Was Young | Roy Clark Seems the love I’ve known has always been The most destructive kind Yes, that’s why now I feel so old Before my time. Yesterday when I was young The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue. I teased at life as if it were a foolish game, The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame. The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned I’d always built to last on weak and shifting sand. I lived by night and…
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