When I was shooting medium format, I took my father along on a short jaunt. When we returned, he announced it was about as interesting as watching paint peal. My wife loves to travel with me and is content to sit in the car reading a book or magazine while I shoot. My problem is, I can't ignore the fact that she is there an I hesitate to wait for that one fluffy cloud to obscure the blazing sun just long enough to get the contrast range I am hoping for - so I rush the shot and walk away frustrated. I have reached the opinion that to be an LF photographer, one must be self-centered enough to ignore the physical needs and comforts of loved ones -subordinating their needs to the need of silver halides. So what does that say about me?