I suppose it was the term "vagabondage" which connected.
"Un droit que bien peu d'intellectuels se soucient de revendiquer, c'est le droit à l'errance, au vagabondage. Et pourtant, le vagabondage, c'est l'affranchissement, et la vie le long des routes, c'est le liberté."
Ecrits sur le sable 1988, Isabelle Eberhardt
I need those stolen moments of peace, where my mind is free to wander.
I find a quote of Baudelaire:
"Glorifier le vagabondage et ce qu'on peut appeler le Bohémianisme, culte de la sensation multipliée, s'exprimant par la musique."
Journaux intimes, 1887, Mon coeur mis à nu, Charles Baudelaire.
I still see the fields racing by, I struggle to hold onto the beauty in the light, there was too much to take in. I had had just enough presence of mind to point my smartphone at the window, to capture what I might. It was only later that I started to really look and breathe in those fields racing by.
"How might those racing fields talk with other images?" I mused. I scanned the images on my phone and then came to a halt. Two leapt out. I suppose it was the architectural quality which I liked, to contrast with racing nature.
I fused the images together, played with various versions and put them together in a Steller collection.
"All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together."