Constable (July)

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.