Disconnect to Reconnect: A Visit to Mount Lassen

I took a trip to Lassen County three weeks ago at the invitation of a friend to get away from the Sacramento heat for 6 days, help with some cabin chores, and free myself from the distractions that I’ve been allowing to thwart my creative endeavors. She was absolutely right about the distractions. How could I refuse the invitation?

Looking West from the cabin. Snow pack on Mount Lassen, 28 May 2020.

The beauty and solitude of the place is glorious. My iphonography skills don’t adequately capture the divine spirit that abides in the natural world and this particular little plot of heaven on Earth, but the images will suffice as reference when I attempt to translate the experience to original works of art on paper or canvas.

Kelly’s Lodge

Before leaving to return to our “normal” lives of responsibilities and obligations, we took a tour of the surrounding parcels of land that have been in her family since the early 1900’s. Hearing the stories and feeling the history of the place still captures my imagination, and I look forward to disconnecting to reconnect again before the summer ends.

Be well, stay safe.

~T.

© 2020, Theresa Mae Funk. All rights reserved.

Passing Shots: Folsom Lake

Located about twenty five miles northeast of Sacramento is what remains of Folsom Lake.

Folsom Lake

Walking through the stark landscape of what was once the reservoir’s lake bed saddened me, but also inspired me to spend time this week studying color theory.

What will be the formula that re-creates these shades of blue for my next work on paper?

Folsom Lake 2

Folsom Lake 3

© 2015, Theresa Mae Funk. All rights reserved.

Passing Shot

© 2015 TheresaMaeFunk. All rights reserved.

© 2015 TheresaMaeFunk. All rights reserved.

Snapping photographs with my mobile device from the passenger seat of a car usually requires a bit of editing before I publish it to my creative diary.   This endearing image was taken during a recent visit to Valley Springs, California.

American Ninja Terrier: Big Adventures of a Little Dog

Stella will be four years old on Valentines Day, according to the date of birth that is listed on her Circle of Hope K-9 Rescue adoption papers.  Bianca, (her former name) was one of five puppies that were left in a box near the Rescue’s kennels.  At least whomever abandoned the baby dogs had the sense to leave them in a location where they knew they would be cared for.

baby stella

How could I not give this dog a home?

Also noted on Stella’s adoption papers was her breed.  Rat Terrier/Pomeranian mix.   Pomeranian?  Highly unlikely. She is an American Ninja Terrier through and through I thought, as I looked at the photos of the litter that had been sent to me.  Adorable? Absolutely. Garden guard dog potential?  Possible.  Knick knack, paddy-whack, give the dog a home?  Definitely.  And so her journey from Milan, Tennessee to Middlebury, Vermont began.

Stella Transit

Yoda?

I adopted Stella in March, but had to wait until June to receive her. The adoption fee includes spaying and neutering, first round immunizations, complete health assessments, and transportation fees.  Once given a clean bill of health, the adopted begin their journey to their new home.

Stella transit 2

Stella and her litter mates share a crate for the journey.

1,200 miles later, Stella and her fellow travelers arrive safely to their destination in New Hampshire where they are released to their adoptive families, or foster home volunteers.   It is an amazing network of compassionate people that willingly give of themselves to make these types of programs work.

Stella and T

A shy Stella and her human are united.

I’ll be making Stella a special batch of her favorite dog treats for her birthday next week, and will be making a donation to the Circle of Hope to express our gratitude and support.  The little dog, I think, approves.

Stella

 © 2015 Theresa Mae Funk. All rights reserved.

Poetry for Guitar: Picture Postcard Lullabys

I went travelling down a long paved road

listening to the radio playing

I heard a song about a white winged dove singing.

There were shore lined miles of open sky

A picture postcard lullaby

the mocking bird just could not sing

so I was trying.

I watched the golden hills roll by me

A speed limit sign read forty-five

But I felt

like I was flying.

© 2011 Theresa Funk, all rights reserved.

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The Essence of Place: Maidu’s Spirit Mountain

The Essence of Place: Maidu's Spirit Mountain

The painting I have been creating to give as a house-warming gift is nearing completion and will soon travel from my home studio in California to Charlie and Eileen’s new home in Hinesburg, Vermont.
Capturing the essence of a place can’t be done in just one painting, so I look forward to returning to create more studies.

~T

Sutter County, California, 8″ x 10″ water and color on paper. © 2014, Theresa Funk, all rights reserved.