John Constable may have been
responsible for this scumbled rising cloudscape over Williamstown. Great piles
of white build like mountains that all too soon will fall on mountains and be
seen no more. We gaze at these shifting beauties the way some people stare at
computer screens. Clouds are more peaceful, continue as they do, slowly
altering with the hours. Foreground has blues of the kind we expect from
Constable, careful layers of lighter and darker twisting or separating, as
though cloud. Moreover, it’s July, when we notice coarser ribbons of dark grey,
lower right, sign of an impending change.
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