All the machines idling in their bays because they dug clean through their own offramps. Watery sun, from time to time the shadow of a passing pleasure boat in the sky.
Alex Danchev. Cezanne: A Life. Pantheon, 2012.
It's often loose and can feel like a collection of anecdotes, but then there's something appropriate about letting incidents hang free as disconnected brushstrokes rather than plaster it all with narrative contour.