Cheap analogue underwater cameras are almost completely unresponsive to touch. You press down on the pillow of the shutter actuator, listen for some kind of clunk and then hopefully, wind onto the next frame.
Nestled deep inside cheap layers of plastic reinforcements, my little Cub Yellow camera has held together well despite its age and throwaway make. It’s quirkiness exchanges control for a little bit of tension and unpredictability.
Swimming at the South Coast somewhere, the teeth of this roll split and let go of the sprocket twenty or so shots in. The action of winding-on remained steady and stiff, though the system that regulates the distance between individual frames had failed. I decided to estimate the difference and continue on.
Sometime after, the developed reel revealed a window of film made up of at least 5 or 6 exposures. Each shutter actuation for that day had blended together to record the median colour of the sea that morning.