“We are all made of stardust,” Hubert Reeves liked to say. And it’s true: everything around us , and everything we are, comes from these atomic nuclei forged in the heart of vanished suns. Scanning the sky ultimately means contemplating the immensity of a void dotted with dust illuminated by the stars. This is what I invite you to do with me, for a few moments, by browsing this modest site which retraces my adventure (for it is one) as an amateur astrophotographer.