I hear this all too often from my minions. (ahem -- daughters)
On a recent family jaunt to Northern California, to a quaint, little town called Pescadero, we decided to have a look around. We got there late on a Saturday morning. After a bit of walking and getting the lay of the land, husband got hungry; daughters got hungry. So I suggested that we go grab a bite to eat. After filling our tummies, we decided to explore a bit more. I wanted to survey further on the outskirts, so I told the fam, "Hey. If you don't mind, I'm going to head up this way." With interests lying elsewhere, rather than following me around taking photos, we went our separate ways.
Just me and my camera. Immersed. Lost. Engaged. Adrift. Focused. Complete escape.
"Mom! Stop taking photos! Get in the car!"