The shot is lined up. Super wide angle to fit in this enormous stack of volcanic rock jutting out from the flat ground where I stood, with the lights of the Aurora Borealis washing against it like a tide. I press the shutter. The Icelandic weather has beaten the weather sealing of my equipment, and there’s moisture where I can’t wipe it away. The image is unuseable.
Quickly, before this fleeting display ends, I switch lenses and take five shots in a panorama.