This year, night sky photography was my way to socially distance during a time of plague. I mounted midnight expeditions to the deserts and mountains, where the sky is quiet, clear as a stream of snowmelt, low on light pollution. No creature within miles was wearing a mask … but most of them were coyotes, bats, hunting owls and hunted kangaroo mice. A terrible year for many, for me it was a great year for astrophotography, a time of an undeserved bounty of light from deep space. I hoped the images could lighten someone’s load. I was grateful for Utah’s transparent skies, for the privilege of standing before them, awed in their terrifying, holy presence, nothing between me and numberless worlds but a whisper of air.