In the 1970s, many North African men migrated to France, to work as laborers. They left behind families, cultures, and familiar patterns of their lives. At twenty, I left home to live in Provence, where I would see these men in the early dawn, when I went out with my camera. As lonely as I may have felt traveling by myself, what I saw in these men's eyes was a loneliness of a kind and intensity I'd never known, but had seen on the faces of other people on the streets of my own home town, Los Angeles.