Vacation Photos

I have truly been blessed to visit numerous locations on planet earth, and while I have favorites, experiencing new adventures through travel, witnessing nature's beauty, and meeting the people of earth are one of the greatest joys of my life, next to astronomy of course.  Click here or on the image below to be redirected to my terrestrial photo page (note this is one of the few images on my website that is not mine; it is from www.desktopwallpaperhd.com.


Fantasy Beach

Writings

I sometimes am inspired to write. Following is an example, I'll post more when I get some more time.


This poem was inspired by a walk through my property in southeast Texas. It was a perfect, cloudless spring day and as beautiful as they come. Nevertheless, I found myself wandering aimlessly over much of the 20 acres, caught up in life’s problems, before finally realizing how inspiring the day really was. I dedicate these words to my parents who always tried to show me the right path.

 

The Lonely Walk

by Kent Biggs


Alone, down a path I walked one day,
Where it was going¸ I could not say.
I wound through field and tree and flower,
On and on, minute by hour.
 
My heart was heavy, my head hung low,
I searched the ground, for what? I do not know.
Over a fresh mound of dirt I stepped,
“Why so busy, young ants?” I quietly wept.
 
“Do you not know, your toil is in vain?”
“For all you do, will be lost, this next rain!”
“It’s the work that’s important” in chorus they replied.
“What one cannot alone, a thousand do, in pride.”
 
On down the path I walked that day,
Where it was going¸ I could not say.
It wound through field and tree and flower,
On and on, minute by hour.
 
I raised my eyes from off the ground.
The monarch surprised me, its wings made no sound.
A young worm no longer, its fate now sealed,
Before the season ended, to the dust it must yield.
 
I asked, “Where go you with such energy and bliss?”
“Your days are numbered, surely you should rest!”
“My purpose is clear,” it reasoned, “My path foretold”
“I must add beauty and grace for all to behold”
 
The monarch then fluttered from leaf to bloom,
Alighting at last on one breathtaking plume.
With pleasure it drank deeply from life’s giving well,
Of natures sweet juices and irresistible smell.

That blossom arrayed like some goddess from old,
Her beauty more precious than all the world’s gold.
“Who is the artist?” I asked.  “And where did he sign?”
“Can you not see?” she answered.  “I am one of a kind.”
 
Alone, down the path I walked that day,
Where it was going¸ I could not say.
I wound through field and tree and flower,
On and on, minute by hour.
 
I found myself facing toward a grove of white birch,
My eyes now settling on an isolated perch.
I spotted a cardinal, all decked in red fire,
His voice an instrument, finely tuned like a lyre.
 
“Your song so delightful, my heart drinks its fill!”
“Where did you attain such a musical skill?”
He replied, “I take no credit for this talent, I swear”
“It’s a gift, you see, and one I must share.”
 
Then skyward he launched toward vast sapphire blue,
The day was now ending, the moon still quite new.
The stars awaken one by one, from their sleep,
Their voices silent, their meaning, forever deep.
 
Gazing up, I gasped, as night softly descended.
“Oh thousand suns, what purpose, so splendid?”
 “For some we guide,” said one.  “For others, confuse,”
“For you, we are Cosmology’s muse.”
 
Alone, down a path I walked one day,
Where it was going, I now can say,
No matter how far in this life I may trod,
I’ll never forget that walk with God.