Quiet times alone with kit on a tripodd just searching aroundd for "what we'll be given today", as Minor White said so often. For me always seeking the wee small motif in mundane silence is just as meditative and contemplative as sitting cross legged on the floor saying Aum.
Besides, it doesn't call on the effort of getting back up on my feet.
"Photography was not a bastard left by science on the doorstep of art, but a legitimate child of the Western pictorial tradition." —Robert Galassi