My favorite way to show motion. These few seconds were distilled from many, many hours in the dark, driving through canyons and farms and railroad crossings, standing in fields, or hugging the edge of highways and cliffs. Sometimes I'm with a family member or a friend I dragged into the Jeep and told to buckle up before we took off at irresponsible speeds down I-80, stealing half their night's sleep.

Sometimes I encounter other night travelers: truckers, cops, other photographers, teenage partiers, the bleary convenience store night clerks who each get a NASA sticker for their trouble. But usually it's just me and my usual collaborators, who range from cows to buffalo to rattlesnakes, and bouncy kangaroo mice with long tails that I have to swerve around so they too can enjoy a few more nights under the stars. I don't know if they pay much attention to the sky — but I know those coyotes do.

Don't take one word of this as a complaint.