In October 2011 my wife and I rented a house just outside Newport, OR, where we vacationed with my brother, his daughter, and our parents. Our last night there an amazing set of conditions created one different sunset after another. (I’ve posted other photos of it here and here.) For more than twenty minutes I stood on the bluff outside the house snapping photos as the rest of my family waited to go to dinner. We might have had reservations, I don’t remember. I ignored their growing impatience to capture these photos. Thus, the photos have an undercurrent of discontent, though I don’t regret taking them. It represented the self-centeredness they would say I’ve had all my life. I’ll have to explore this later.
all the voices in my head 
Stunning. I wonder if it’s not self-centeredness, but a stubborn insistence on seeing the beauty and lingering in it when the world is full of things we have to do?
Yes, a form of self-centeredness but an unconscious one I think. I recall thinking pragmatically that they would still be there when the sunset was gone… more annoyed maybe, but still there.