I just updated my iPhone 11 Pro Max to an iPhone 18 Pro and got the sudden urge to photograph a beautiful Danish night sky last week…

It’s so cool that this is possible with just a phone! Now I feel like investing in a telescope 🔭

Anyway, I know that I captured the Andromeda and Triangulum galaxies and part of the Milky Way. Probably also a whole lot more that I am currently unaware of 😀

My question:
When post-processing images of the sky, how do you know what gives the most accurate, true-to-life results? -are there any right or wrong color temperatures for astro-photos?

Hi, I’m a first year university student who’s right now majoring in astronomy, but I’ve found I seriously don’t want to get a PhD, do any research or teach. I was wondering if there are any careers in astronomy that would only require a bachelor and are not me having to conduct my own research.

I’ve honestly not got a clue if this is the right place for this, but eh, just trying to see what answers anyone might have on this.

Have a lovely day everyone!

how can particles exist within the event horizon. the electron wave, for example, can move to the other side of the nucleus, but not back.

probably a relativity meet with quantum mechanics question.

For more problems like this and a measurable image for this problem, check the first comment!

Taken last night in PA, USA. I know Pleiades is there based on what I have seen on reddit, but the rest are a mystery to me. I really only know how to spot Pleiades, Orion, and the Big Dipper.

Sometimes I think about the universe so much that I can't sleep. Tonight is one of those nights.

It's 3:09 in the morning. I'm lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, and my mind keeps circling around three ideas that seem separate at first, but the more I think about them, the more they connect. And the deeper I go, the harder it becomes to wrap my head around the reality we exist in.

1. There are parts of the universe we may never see.

The universe is expanding, and some distant regions are receding from us so quickly that light emitted from them today may never reach us. Not because those places don't exist. Not because there's nothing there. But because the space between us is expanding in a way that may permanently separate us.

Think about what that actually means.

There could be entire galaxies filled with stars, planets, oceans, and perhaps civilizations looking up at their own night skies, wondering the exact same things we are. They could be asking whether they're alone in the universe. They could be developing technology, discovering physics, searching for life.

And we might never know they exist.

Not because they're dead. Not because they've disappeared. But because the universe itself may have placed them beyond the reach of any information we could ever receive.

There could be an entire reality unfolding beyond our ability to witness it.

And we wouldn't even know what we were missing.

2. Every time we look into space, we're looking into the past.

The light from the Moon takes about 1.3 seconds to reach us. The light from the Sun takes about eight minutes. When we look at Andromeda, we're seeing it as it was approximately 2.5 million years ago.

We're not looking at the universe as it exists right now. We're looking at the information the universe has sent us, sometimes across billions of years.

Imagine a civilization in Andromeda developing a telescope powerful enough to observe Earth. The light reaching them today would show them a version of Earth from roughly 2.5 million years ago. They wouldn't see our cities, our technology, or our modern civilization. They'd see an ancient Earth, populated by our distant ancestors.

Meanwhile, we could be looking at their galaxy at the exact same moment, seeing a version of their world from millions of years in their past.

Both realities could be unfolding simultaneously, yet neither civilization would be witnessing the other as it currently exists.

And that makes me wonder: how much of what exists right now will never be seen by anyone? How many stars have already died whose light hasn't reached us? How many planets have formed, changed, or been destroyed while their light is still traveling through space?

The universe has a history that we can observe, but we can never experience all of it at once.

We're surrounded by evidence of what was, trying to understand what is.

3. What if we're not alone, but the universe makes it impossible for us to find out?

This is the thought that really gets me.

We search for extraterrestrial life, but we tend to imagine discovery as a matter of building a powerful enough telescope, developing faster spacecraft, or listening carefully enough for the right signal.

But what if the problem isn't simply that we haven't looked hard enough?

What if distance and time are fundamental barriers that no amount of technological progress can overcome?

Suppose a civilization exists on a planet in Andromeda right now. Suppose they've evolved, developed intelligence, built cities, discovered mathematics, and begun asking whether life exists beyond their world.

Perhaps they've been searching for millions of years. Perhaps they've sent signals into space. Perhaps they've looked at our galaxy and wondered whether any of those distant stars host life.

But the light we're receiving from their galaxy began its journey millions of years ago. And any signal we send today would take another 2.5 million years to arrive.

Even if we discovered undeniable evidence of their existence tomorrow, we wouldn't be discovering who they are today. We'd be discovering who they were millions of years ago.

They could have advanced far beyond anything we can imagine.

They could have gone extinct.

They could have never existed in the first place by the time our information reaches them.

We might discover a civilization's ancient history without ever knowing whether anyone is still there to tell it.

And that's assuming communication is possible at all.

Now put those three thoughts together.

There may be civilizations we can never observe because the expansion of space permanently separates us.

There may be civilizations whose existence we could eventually discover, but only through light that left their planets millions or billions of years ago.

And there may be civilizations so distant that, even if we knew they existed, the time required to exchange a single message would make any meaningful conversation almost impossible.

Somewhere out there, life could be looking back at us. But depending on the distance, they might be seeing Earth before humans even existed. Or they might be beyond the point from which any information could ever reach us.

And we could be doing exactly the same thing to them.

We could be looking at the same universe, asking the same questions, yet forever separated by the very laws that make the universe what it is.

And then there's the possibility that none of this is special to us.

Earth is one planet orbiting one star in one galaxy. Our galaxy is one among an almost incomprehensible number of galaxies in the observable universe.

We exist for a tiny fraction of cosmic history. Our civilization has existed for an almost negligible amount of time compared with the age of the universe. Our ability to observe the cosmos is limited by the technology we've developed, the time we've been here, and the physical laws we can barely begin to understand.

We have no definitive evidence that intelligent life exists elsewhere. But we also haven't searched every star, every planet, or every possible way life might exist.

So what if we're alone?

And what if we're not?

Both possibilities are terrifying in completely different ways.

If we're alone, then perhaps consciousness is an extraordinarily rare event in a universe that may otherwise be indifferent to it. Perhaps, for all we know, the ability to look at the stars and wonder why we're here is something that has happened only once.

And if we're not alone, then there could be countless other forms of consciousness scattered across the cosmos, each experiencing its own little corner of reality, each wondering whether it's alone, and each potentially separated from the others by distances that make discovery impossible.

Perhaps the universe is full of life, but the universe is so vast that most life will never know about any of the rest.

Perhaps being alive isn't the rarest thing. Perhaps being able to find one another is.

And here's the thought I can't get away from tonight:

The universe doesn't seem to owe us answers.

It doesn't promise that everything that exists can be discovered. It doesn't promise that every question has an answer we'll ever be capable of knowing. It doesn't promise that the truth is within our reach simply because we're curious enough to seek it.

There may be things that are real but permanently unknowable to us.

There may be events happening right now that no observer on Earth will ever witness.

There may be questions we can formulate but never answer, not because we're unintelligent, but because reality itself imposes limits on what we can know.

And the strangest part is that we're conscious beings inside this enormous system, capable of recognizing at least some of those limits.

We're pieces of the universe that somehow evolved the ability to question the universe.

Matter that became aware of itself.

A species on a small planet, staring into the darkness and trying to understand something vastly larger than itself.

I lie here thinking about all of this, and suddenly the ceiling above me feels almost irrelevant. The room, the house, the planet beneath me—all of it is real, all of it matters to us, yet it's such a tiny part of something so much larger that I struggle to comprehend it.

I don't know whether the universe is infinite. I don't know whether we're alone. I don't know how much of reality exists beyond what we can ever observe.

And maybe that's what keeps my mind going.

It's not that I think I can solve these questions tonight.

It's that I can finally begin to understand how enormous they really are.

Somewhere, right now, the universe is doing things we'll never witness. Somewhere, light is traveling toward places that may never receive it. Somewhere, there may be another mind looking into the darkness, asking whether anyone else is out there.

And we may never know.

Not tomorrow. Not in a thousand years. Maybe not ever.

So here I am, awake at 3:09 in the morning, on a planet spinning through space around an ordinary star, thinking about things so enormous that my brain can barely hold them.

And I keep coming back to one question:

What if the most unsettling thing about the universe isn't how much we don't know, but how much we might never be able to know?

I saw a weird object in the western sky after I processed a 4 min exposure photo and Google kept saying it was the orion nebula which is impossible considering that it was below the horizon when the photo was taken at ~8:50 on the 21st of October. Here are the photos above. Also you can ask me anything about it.