Well, yes. Steve Conrad, who also wrote Wrestling Ernest Hemingway, The Pursuit of Happyness, and Wonder, is positing our man as having ascended Mount Olympus (or Nikon) and, not wanting to stop, just kept going . . . into a rarified state of zen supra-photography. In that moment, Sean O'Connell outgrows photography; leaves behind mere carnal thoughts of capture; surrenders the ego, and achieves oneness with a larger reality. What a silly man, and what a silly scene. If he didn't want the distraction of the camera, why did he lug several bodies, a kit bag of massive, fast telephoto lenses and a flaming huge tripod up and down mountains for weeks on end? I can certainly see how that would be a distraction - much, much more of a distraction than triggering the shutter from 100m away, having already done all the hard work. I would imagine that waffling away about how wonderful he was to Ben Stiller, instead of taking pictures, would be more of.a distraction.
I'm afraid it's just another in the very, very long list of failed, hollow-ringing depictions of 'genius' that Hollywood films are so drawn to, and never, ever get right.