The Gallery.

The trapezium burns through every preset. It always wants more dynamic range.

Two and a half million years of light, gathered in a backyard.

Seven sisters and the dust we don't notice with our eyes.

The bands shifted between the first stack and the last.

A continent of gas, paying no mind to ours.

Star formation, frozen mid-collapse.

A planetary nebula isn't planets. It's the punctuation at the end of a star's sentence.

An open cluster reads like a school of stars on the same page.

A globular cluster is sediment from the early universe.

A face-on spiral the size of nine Andromedas.

Tightly wound spiral arms feel improbable until you see them.

Two galaxies dancing around the question of whether they'll merge.