I was in Nicaragua when I received the call. “Hey! This is Zach. I just wanted to formally invite you on behalf of Passion Passport to be a participant on the Passport to Asia experience.”
Excited, I barraged Zach with a million questions I didn’t even realize I had and then hung up the phone. I couldn’t even tell you if our conversation ended with a proper and couth farewell but nevertheless, as I sat on the end of the bed I felt it: A smile the size of a Texan’s pride of Texas crept onto my face.
A participant. Heck. Yeah. An incoming wave of excitement washed over me which receded, as waves do, into an unexpected sigh of relief. Last September, I had the privilege of being invited to document the Passport Express cross country train experience as the staff photographer. I witnessed the alchemy of travel and shared experiences between 32 strangers brought together under the banner of creativity and mentorship. I watched time and vulnerability disarm, stretch, inspire and knit together a community of people that became a family. I was in the midst of the magic but by the nature of my role, couldn’t help but in a way feel outside of it. I struggle most with feeling present when I’m juggling shot lists, expectations, and ironically, documenting.
I’ve learned that the framework of a house can be constructed, but it’s the people who fill it that create the sense of “home.” Having been given a peek behind the scenes last September, I learned Passion Passport can only curate an experience and create an opportunity to show up. It’s on the participants to breath life into what the experience has the potential to become. A participant. This time, my sole job was to simply show up.
Show up with an openness and willingness to help create that sense of “home.” I gave myself permission to “Be present.” We walked along the Wan Chai financial district in Hong Kong. The streets felt like valleys as we moved toward the revolving restaurant that sits atop the Hopewell Centre. The sounds of traffic, a universal language, buzzing like bed music beneath our group chatter and the intermittent beeps from car horns reminded us to stay alert. We ducked onto a side street to wait for the rest of our team. I caught my reflection in a storefront window and I pulled my camera to my eye to snap a photo. Out of habit, I immediately chimp the display on the back of my camera and smile considering the irony of the capture; a face obscured, separated by a barrier. It’s disconnect connectedness. Or is it a connected disconnectedness?
This is the second of a four-part series on our time in Hong Kong during the #PassportToAsia trip in collaboration with Cathay Pacific Airways. Images by Adrienne Pitts.