Skip to main content

I'M AN OPTIMIST, DAMN IT!

The other day at work, a colleague described me as a pessimist (I remember thinking, “No good can come from this!)

Turns out, there’s some people who see the glass as half full, some who see it as half empty, and then evidently there’s my case where not only is the glass completely empty…the faucet isn’t working either.

But my immediate response was to deny it. I tried to argue that I’m among the first to look for the humor in particular situations. It was then I learned that gallows humor, “…finding irony or comedy in serious matters such as death,” is kind of an acquired taste.

But – but – I stuttered, what about my constant search for and appreciation of creation’s beauty as documented in these blog entries? Doesn’t that reflect some small measure of optimism?

Even as I said it, I completely expected that it wouldn’t save me from a futile life as a cynical pathetic wallflower. So I thought I’d take another stab at inspirational, perhaps even optimistic ‘free verse’ to exercise my atrophied optimism gland.


Detail - View from Mt. Tabor looking West - 12-06-08

god’s finger
traces a golden lining
round advancing arctic clouds
that, come to think of it,
look like a giant scar across a vulnerable sky
a scar just like the ones I scraped
across my bursting heart
ten crimson scars gouged deeply with my long dirty fingernails
tearing ventricles asunder
instead of giving it to her
so she could do it



View from Mt. Tabor looking West - 12-06-08
How about that one? Did you read the part about the golden lining? That’s got to be way better than a silver lining.


Lumber yard - S.E. Portland - 12-20-08
searching, searching
stinging ice pellets
driven by hostile winds
redden my cheeks – the only parts exposed
from the shelter of my new high tech jacket
a loving gift from my sister
who worries about my safety during hikes…
cold frozen paw sticking out of the drift
i hope that’s not her cat I lost yesterday



Residential light display - E. Portland - 12-21-08

wow!
trudging through snow drifts
suddenly transported to the happiest place on earth
winter Disney wonder world!
days of creative labor
a prefect gird of light bespeaks painstaking attention to detail
a free gift to the neighborhood…
or maybe not so free.
wheels in the electric meter spin insanely
old people down the block in an ice cold house
slowly freeze because of the blackout
salmon perish in the shadow of multiple hydro-electric dams
Merry Christmas

Neighborhood tavern - E. Portland - 12-21-08

the Neighborhood tavern – a warm oasis in the storm
where alcohol fosters a rich sense of community
and everybody knows your name
where you can drink until you can’t remember your problems
and boy does that feel good
i think I’ll have another
but outside, every minute passing,
the drifting snow is piling higher
no! It didn’t stop snowing
no! The landlord didn’t stop asking for his rent
no! You’re not getting any younger
that’s right.
you’re not getting any younger



Mt. Tabor Park - 12-22-08

we walked through a wardrobe
and found this beautiful mystical place behind a rack of coats.
we’ll meet at this lamp-post later
we’ve heard tell of a magnificent Christ-like lion
he’s supposed to be friendly I guess
maybe that’s Him roaring somewhere behind us
and the sound of lips smacking
wet enthusiastic licking
sudden quiet
hey, where’s Lucy?




Mt. Tabor Park - 12-22-08

maybe my future lies around this peaceful corner
some serial killer dressed like a white nose clown






Detail -View West from the top of Mt. Tabor - 12-22-08

there must be
over a hundred thousand people down there
starting lives
laughing and loving
caring
beginning careers
really Living
reaching goals
making memories
entering History
…but not me.

View West from the top of Mt. Tabor - 12-22-08

my beloved Portland
digs out of its snowy blanket
the snow covered ground reflects the city lights
back into the air and illuminates the clouds
unusually bright night
i suppose in effect
much like distinctive mushroom clouds
from detonating hydrogen bombs
it just takes one suitcase nuke


Top of Mt. Tabor - 12-25-07

Comments

  1. After the post above there is no doubt about it... you're an optimist (with a side of pessimist). Now you can join our club, our motto is: “the sun will come out tomorrow… unless it rains.”

    It's your turn to bring refreshments.

    ; )

    Beautiful images (and imagery!) as usual Scott.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Sara,
    O.K. I'll bring refreshments. But who will bring the stomach pump?

    ReplyDelete
  3. scott,
    was this the bench scene you said i would like? i need to visit mt. tabor! that bench has my number...every picture you take of it i want framed. does this one look lonely to you? Because i think i should have it on my wall. Fantastic job on the post this week
    -Lis

    ReplyDelete
  4. Wow! 3 Comets! That's a lot! You hardly ever get 3.....Well, here's 4 Comets for ya.
    Hale- Bopp
    Halley's
    Kohoutek
    McNaught
    I cheated and got the last 2 from Wikipedia...........O.K. I got them all from Wikipedia, feel better now.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

John Day River: Thirty Mile Creek to Cottonwood Bridge

"Ever since the creation of the world his invisible nature, namely, his eternal power and deity, has been clearly perceived in the things that have been made. So they are without excuse;" -Romans 1:20 "I'm not so sure about that, but whether or not we all make it through these rapids alive, I'm confident the grading criteria will be fair." -  Scott "Get ready to explore your world without boundaries." -  Wilderness Systems Owners Manual Sunrise found us on the outskirts of Wasco, high on the Columbia Plateau, our 3 vehicle convoy speeding through golden fields of wheat on toward Condon and then West to a 7:30 AM meeting with a rancher who would provide us a private launch site to the John Day river and also execute our car shuttle.   Startling verdant fields, free of the vestiges of irrigation, belied narratives of drought that punctuated the news. The fresh born morning, still cool to the senses, felt like the fledgling hours of a

Test Paddling the Thresher 140

Wilderness Systems has broadened their sit-on-top offerings this year with the introduction of the Thresher (this includes a 14 and 15.5 foot version). The Thresher seems designed to bridge a gap between overly stable, relatively slow fishing platforms and sleeker more touring-orientated craft, all for the sake of fisher-people who need to cover significant distances to reach their intended fishing locales, whether that's in the middle of a huge bay or out beyond the breakers in the open sea The characteristics that make this boat a good fishing option, should also make it a killer expedition photography platform/beer barge. I knew my test trials wouldn't be complete until I auditioned this state of the art bid for kayak fishing supremacy. The Thresher 140 I've probably been remiss for not highlighting this before, but the reason I've been able to rent and evaluate various sit-on-top kayaks is because of the reasonable and renter friendly policies of the

Miller Island Expedition: Columbia River Ghost Cult

My brother Fred sent me a checklist of things he didn’t want to forget for our second attempt at a Miller Island Expedition. Foil pans Steak Beer or whiskey/tequila Bacon Shovel TP Bug spray Homebrew Ghost repellents Scouting Miller Island from the Lewis and Clark Highway (Washington side of river) “Ghost repellents?” I asked. Well, it turns out that Fred had been doing some research and found an old article from American Anthropologist by Wm. Duncan Strong called The Occurrence and Wider Implications of a “Ghost Cult” on the Columbia River Suggested by Carvings in Wood, Bone and Stone. The article, written in 1945, revealed that bone carvings depicting figures with prominent rib cages, a symbol of death, were found in old cremation pits on Miller’s Island. Excerpts from the article: “It can be shown that among these peoples there was an old belief in the impending destruction and renewal of the world, when the dead would return…” “One of the most striking fea