[Monte Williams]

And When You See Beauty In Desolation It Changes Something Inside You by Monte Williams, on Flickr


As It Could Not for the Moment Find Any Outward Expression, His Anger Took On the Form of Melancholy by Monte Williams, on Flickr


The Trees Are Not Trees The Birds Are Not Birds And I Am Not Me But Just Something That Has Been Walking For A Very Long Time by Monte Williams, on Flickr


The Hole in the Sky Was Said to Be Far to the South by Monte Williams, on Flickr


His Face Bore an Expression That Mingled Haughty Disdain With a Tender, Ardent Sympathy, As If He Would Love All Things If Only His Nature Could Let Him Forget Their Defects by Monte Williams, on Flickr


His Suspicion Was That White People Simply Had No Serious Interest In Truth by Monte Williams, on Flickr


Ghost Town—Prisma Redux by Monte Williams, on Flickr


In a Crowd It's So Crowded You Don't Even Notice Your Own Death by Monte Williams, on Flickr


Now and Again, Though, He Felt the Sadness of the Faithless by Monte Williams, on Flickr


A Tale of Two Tontos by Monte Williams, on Flickr


Hangman's Gulch by Monte Williams, on Flickr


The Catch by Monte Williams, on Flickr


It Was As If All the Pain in the World Had Found a Voice by Monte Williams, on Flickr


So They Stood, the Travelers, At the Edge of the Land of the Dead by Monte Williams, on Flickr


The Moment You're Born, Your Death Comes Into the World With You by Monte Williams, on Flickr


The Gorgon's Promise by Monte Williams, on Flickr


I Began Now to Distinguish a Deeper Blackness in the Black by Monte Williams, on Flickr


So Relative Is Our Idea of Grace by Monte Williams, on Flickr