There I was…
Exploring a shipwreck 800 feet underwater in a three-person submarine, the light falling to a iridescent midnight blue...
Having coffee with the captain of an aircraft carrier at sunrise during flight ops. (Only later to be fired off the ship by a one-million horsepower steam driven catapult).
Speaking of ships, there was that time I was chased by a burning boat in the ocean at night. And the time I was chased by a bear in the U.P. while shooting a Mead Paper commercial.
How many lives do we get?
Lunch with Bono at his house on the Mediterranean in Eze, France, while not death defying was pretty intense.
Interviewing Desmond Tutu, the sweetest man I have ever met.
Listening to Ennio Morricone while hanging out of a helicopter at 12,000ft — descending into the remote jungles of what was then Irian Jaya, Papau New Guinea Indonesia to meet the chiefs of four (basically stone-age) local tribes. Sublime. Yes.
Filming with the last surviving caveman of the Mamagoto Tribe in Kenya, in a cave no less. Interpreters required.
Tracking a heard of elephants on foot (same trip), and hearing the sound of the devil which turned out to be a pack of extremely rare wild and dangerous dogs (Lycaon pictus lupinus). What can I say? We survived.
Photographing camels on the snow covered Gobi Desert, in Gansu Province, China.
Watching 1000 fps playback of bacon tumbling on a hot beef patty (Burger King). No, really.
I love being on set, whether on location or in studio. Doesn't matter. Scouting for the perfect location, casting, designing sets, a handpicked crew. Wrap parties. It's always a wonderful adventure. If you're reading this we should share the next one.
