Our photo expedition through the bush was an incomparable experience. Daylong drives on slow tracks, the scouting of sites mapped before, the crossing of the wilderness, learning about vast diversity, experiencing natural beauty. Making camp late for eight, for eating, for photos of nocturnal obscurity. We searched for the starry desert nights, yet the trip went through summer rain, the night’s silken outback light obscured by the unseasonably blanket of cloud. When the weather clears the nocturnal space is amplified by solitude, a silhouetted expanse lingering between domestic feeling dune crests and spherical horizons, the void seemingly untouched by man — an unerring presence of ancient time. The light of the cosmos renders a uniform global panorama. Daylight is shining inwards, nightlight moving outwards; little light denies colour, no light denies space.