So, tell me...

Does this stance indicate one's displacement from "common" society? Or do those who crouch (for ages) add something to society that it would otherwise indefinitely lack?

Does the amount of time spent crouching indicate one's devotion to "the craft"? Or does the amount of "awkwardness" or "discomfort" experienced in this position reveal one's true devotion? Or is it both? Or neither?!

Please, your thoughts!!

Our stance shows our displacement from the common society that seem to be always in a rush. We are adding a sign to the community, more precisely a sign of protest; a sign of protest, that you can always just stop and crunch down, for ages.

We are showing, that you don't need to be like all the others, just stop and crunch down for ages, no matter what or who you are (unless you are a pink elephant, they can't crunch, everyone knows that). The more discomfort we have, he bigger our sign to the society is.

We don't want to rush through our lifetimes and so we try to freeze the moment with our cameras while we are crunching down (for ages) and stalk critters or plants.


.. and if not, we are at least giving something to smirk about to the viewers. ;-)

In mathematical terms, the location(L)+amount of time crouching(deltaT) is directly proportional to the resulting social awkwardness(a). Also, there is a certain amount of akwardness that is associated with photographers in general, and so add Awkward Constant(C). And so we get: Awkwardness=DeltaTime+Location+Constant. Reguardless of amount of time crouching or location of crouching, awkwardness is sure to follow.

I believe that the discomfort of the crouching position reflects upon the intensity of the photographer's determination and perhaps the rarity of the shot. It could also, as you pointed out Christian, be a symbol of protest to our modern societies. But then, it is also a sign, a beacon, if you would, to those around us who are too afraid to crouch and face the glances, guffaws, chortles, titters, and excommunications (it could happen) from our artless peers. We must bring hope back to the populous! *starts crouching in the blueberry bushes*