Cover Makeover #7 and this one was a bit of work.
Not a book, movie, or CD cover . . . it’s a chocolate bar.
OK, so once again we have a person on the cover (wrapper). I already mentioned I don’t snap photos of people all that often, but I remembered this photo from our cruise last year.
That guy looks at least as happy as the guy on the wrapper. I took two separate processings of the photo . . .
. . . and blended them in Photoshop to come up with this:
OK, I had my person, but now I needed some chocolate chunks . . . which I have, but not in any photos. I had to dig out my camera and snap a few photos until I got this:
I merged the photos in Photoshop . . .
I was then ready for the crapload of writing. That took a long time, but this is what I ended up with.
I realize these are long photos that might go outside your screen; just click on them and they will open in a separate window and sized to fit.
The reason they are so long is because I tried to keep to the original dimensions ratio.
I did one more thing . . . the original photo also showed the side and a bit of the bottom . . .
Honest, not as good as I had hoped, but by then I was tired of working on it.
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