Coffee with a Friend

by Helene Kobelnyk | Feb 9, 2014 | Featured, Inspiration, The Art of Photography |

    I love coffee . . . good coffee, and I especially like drinking it out of a special mug . . . one that has meaning to me. Many years ago, a friend of mine gave a special, personalized mug with a poem from the heart and special photo of my Nicky.  I used...

A Bittersweet Retirement

by Helene Kobelnyk | Jul 30, 2013 | Featured, Inspiration, The Art of Photography |

  Ansel Adams once said, ” Sometimes I do get to places just when God’s ready to have somebody click the shutter.”  Truth be told, I think this is a feeling that is shared by many of us who traverse this earth with camera in hand.  For all of my...

Trotting the Air

by Helene Kobelnyk | Jul 18, 2013 | Featured, Inspiration |

    “When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes. ”  ― William Shakespeare, Henry...

A Morning to Remember

by Helene Kobelnyk | Jan 13, 2013 | Epiphanies, Inspiration, Personal |

  It was the coldest night of season and I awoke at 5:30 this morning and turned on the TV to watch “Balalaika” with Nelson Eddy, from under a warm down comforter and snuggled among my doggies.   A point of clarification, Nelson Eddy is in the movie,...

Dancing With Mother Nature

by Helene Kobelnyk | Nov 19, 2012 | Featured, Gallery, Inspiration, New Mexico, The Art of Photography |

Impermanence is the stuff of life, which by its very definition is change.  Nature reminds us of this each time we transition from one season into the other.  We readily accept the golden aspen leaves of autumn, the apple blossoms in spring, the crisp frosty mornings...

Angels and Memories

by Helene Kobelnyk | Aug 12, 2012 | Inspiration, Personal, Telling A Story |

  In the late afternoon summer days of August when the sunflowers pop their heads out of the draws and ditches, and the fields gleam yellow with wild buttercups, I can feel my Nicky and see with my heart the joy he felt when he would run leaping through the...