When we sat around in early 2011 trying to figure out our overwhelming Fluor 100 travel schedule; we were presented with options from six continents. Inhospitable places like the Sakhalin Island near Siberia and the dense jungles of the Dominican Republic were on the short list. I remember thinking, that if I had a choice of destinations, I would put South Africa at the very top. For some reason, it really appealed to me. Geographically you can’t get much further away from Seattle – and the culture and history of the country was fascinating to me. So when Johannesburg was selected by Fluor as a place to shoot, I jumped on the chance to go.


The flight is ridiculous. 21 or so total hours in the air. David Godwin and I spend about 9 hours at the Atlanta airport on top of that. Chick Fil-A was definitely a highlight. Our time at TGI Fridays felt like it would never end. You can do some serious damage if you are there for 5 hours or so. We were informed that we would be accompanied by a bodyguard at all times when we set down in Joberg, and the guy assigned to us (Mac) couldn’t have been nicer. A quiet, bad-ass type. I had never been flanked by anybody packing heat, so it was kind of a weird deal.


I didn’t know what to expect. My mind’s eye impression of this place was somewhere between the slummy District 9 depiction and the cheery World Cup ‘made for tv’ stuff. But I was definitely thinking more District 9. Burning tires and Aliens chugging cat food. Naturally, Fluor put up us in a posh hotel in a VERY nice part of town, but we were instructed to not leave the hotel for ANY reason without Mac. We didn’t need to leave, because the car rides were illuminating enough.


Out first assignment was to document the southern hemisphere’s largest Oil refinery in Secunda (about 2 hours north of Joberg). Sasol I, II and III are very impressive – miles and miles of piping and reactors. The place employs tens of thousands of people in the region and is one the main economic drivers in all of Africa. We could see it in all its glory from the window of our Elvis themed hotel “Graceland”. For any Simpsons fans, its like when they go to “America Town” when visiting Japan. This place was seriously bizarre. Can’t describe it any other way.


The Sasol people were pretty strict as to what we could shoot, we did most of our work at the Fluor Training Center and Sasol Fabrication Plant. Both places offered plenty of industrial beauty. The sweat of the craftspeople and the intense focus of the metal workers made for some very opportune shooting. Godwin and I were the ONLY crew on the trip, Mark St. John and Kaija Jones were on a simultaneously timed trip to The Philippines and India, so DG and I were on our own. Armed with just a couple of Canon 5Ds and a Panasonic GH2 (which I shot with), we were mobile enough to get into every available nook and cranny. At one point I was crawling around on the dirt floor of the Fabrication Center, getting extremely tight shots of the craftwork. I was absolutely filthy, but satisfied with the cool stuff we were getting.


Our next assignment was a complete unknown. For the Fluor Cares series, we were challenged to find a story with emotional impact. But as any good documentarian knows, you can’t manufacture a story. It’s either there or it isn’t. We were told we would be visiting a school in the middle of a bad part of Secunda. Flour had given a large grant to build a functional school/daycare for disadvantaged children there. In this part of Secunda, most every kid was disadvantaged. The surrounding community had been ravaged by HIV/AIDS and a HUGE number of kids had lost their parents and were now under the care of their grandparents. Driving into this place was downright depressing. The burning tires that I had imagined were here, along with goats scattered in large numbers eating dirty diapers and other unsightly refuge. This was the kind of place that you only see on TV. People wandered aimlessly around the streets, looking generally blissful; but obviously a little confused to see a van carrying a couple of white guys with video cameras entering their neighborhood. Stuff like this never sinks in until you see it first hand. Needless to say, we Americans have it REALLY good.



We finally found the school after driving around in circles for 45 minutes, pulled into a large field surrounded by about a dozen colorful shipping containers. The place seemed strangely empty. As we started unpacking our gear, I began seeing little eyes darting about inside the containers. It was fairly bright out, so it was hard to see what was inside these big colorful boxes, which appeared to serve as classrooms. As we started walking around, little faces started appearing everywhere. Giggling and pointing children had noticed that we were here. As their attention perked throughout the school grounds, I started getting a feeling that this was going to be an amazing day. The energy was palpable. My hair is literally standing up on my head as I write this. Having two children of my own with a third on the way, I have a pretty big soft spot for little ones – so when I started realizing that I was being surrounded by about a hundred or so beautiful, curious children I became absolutely overwhelmed with emotion. Moments ago we had been driving through some of the most depressing stuff I had ever seen, then all of a sudden we had landed in this absolute oasis of hope and happiness. It was unlike any feeling I have ever had.


The kids were absolutely thrilled by our presence. They were certainly curious about our cameras, and weren’t quite sure of what to make of them at first. There didn’t seem to be a shy one in the bunch – they all had a very warm, self-assured demeanor. I would have expected a lot of shyness and apprehension – but we got the exact opposite. They sang songs for us, they danced; one little girl had written a poem for us and recited it. I’m trying, but words cannot describe the warm feeling I had on that day. In some of the attached pictures, you can see I’m on Cloud 9. Frolicking around with these kids was amazingly fun and natural. There was so much hope in an otherwise bleak place. Its like the kids didn’t know any other way, other than to be carefree and happy. Guess that’s the magic of children.

I’m currently in the color correction process of the video over at Lightpress, and the video will be premiering on April 21st in Dallas at the Flour 100 Event. I can’t wait to share it with everyone when it’s complete. I certainly have a lot of emotional investment in it.
Looking back, I feel a little sad that I was previously so desensitized to what’s going on over there. I, like some others, have seen one too many George Clooney and Angelina Jolie charity tours and had subsequently stopped paying attention to Africa. I bought We are the World in 1984, and was done caring at the tender age of 8. As I mentioned before, the only thing that really changes one’s perspectives on these types of issues is to experience it first hand. It certainly makes you more reflective. I thank Fluor for providing me the opportunity to see more of the world this past year; it was certainly life changing and I feel like I’m a better person for doing it.
Cheers,
A
