I pause.
The image distorts back to true colour, revealing the usual blues and browns I was expecting to see.
My right index finger rests on the button. I hold my breath. I apply ever so little pressure to the metal pad.
The image distorts back to a purple glow, distorting the picture.
The clicking noise appears.
But it's too late, I can't let go. It's like Pringles - once you pop, you can't stop.
The image freezes in time; purple and white fills the screen, white streaks pointing downwards towards the lower edge.
I twist my nose. Not happy Jan I shouted - to myself.
'I reckon there goes my camera' I thought. I guess it was time. The old beast had taken over almost 20000 photos in its time. No, I'm not trigger happy. Really.
But like all Boy Scouts, I had a backup. Not that I was ever a Boy Scout mind you, but I was given a Scouting book as a kid and I remember distinctly the front page proudly proclaiming "BE PREPARED". For what I never did find out, perhaps that was on page two. I got too busily distracted by that weeks' episode of MacGuyer who was, again, trying to defuse two thermo-nuclear bombs with a jar of peanut butter.
Thus, I reached in and grabbed my mobile phone. Yes, it had a dodgy 640x480 camera, but who cares? How often would I get to be in a place like this?
I line up the shot, no distortions this time. Yes, the screen was small but it had the desired effect.
My thumb pressed against the function key on the keypad.
The screen went blank.
WTF?
Battery's dead.
It's just not meant to be. Perhaps my stars were right. "Moon power will end the delays and get decisions made and deals done."
Very cryptic.
Time to go shopping for a new digital SLR camera...
* No, it's not some weird melted ice cream cake. It's supposed to be a rock formation. This is actually one of the better shots to come out of the camera today. Sigh. *
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