And the rest of the world went on,
planes fell out of the air and diseases were quarantined, amazing rescues were preformed from burning buildings,people married and died and played air guitar.

It can be a profound action, taking a photograph. It's a piece of realization. The preservation of a fleeting expression. A recording, even, of the precise moment the world changed.
But what if your camera's action is less than precise, less than perfectly responsive? The consequence could be profound, too.
The moment could escape