While walking through the wadi beyond the edges of Illela, a small village in Niger, West Africa, I came upon a man and his son. I was working as a Peace Corps Volunteer at the local dispensary, helping to set up a maternity clinic. Urali was sick with bronchitis, but he was convinced he was dying of tuberculosis. I convinced him to visit the clinic, and from that moment on, I was adopted as a member of his extended family of Tuaregs living in the wadi in modest goatskin tents during the dry season. Shot with a 45mm Topcon camera and Tri-X film.