Do you draw what you see in front of you or what you dream about?

Where the birds have found their voices

Walking beneath a jarrah crown canopy so dense the light barely filters through,
Walking beneath a jarrah crown canopy so dense the light barely filters through,
it's hard to believe,
it's hard to believe,
I am just 90 minutes from Perth.
I am just 90 minutes from Perth.
I am in the old timber town called Dwellingup.
I am in the old timber town called Dwellingup.
Deep in the forest I find the ghost settlement.
Deep in the forest I find the ghost settlement.
Walking around the abandoned old cottages,
Walking around the abandoned old cottages,
around the whitewashed church where no one pray any more,
around the whitewashed church where no one pray any more,
big city pressures are easing from my mind.
big city pressures are easing from my mind.
I am lost in different time and space.
I am lost in different time and space.
I have set out on a 12,4 km walk from Yarragil River to River Road, which is part of the long distance trai,
I have set out on a 12,4 km walk from Yarragil River to River Road, which is part of the long distance trai,
WA's Bibbulmun Track stretching an incredible   1 000 km through hills,
WA's Bibbulmun Track stretching an incredible 1 000 km through hills,
ghost towns,
ghost towns,
 and ghost farms. I have never been in a landscape so eerily quiet.
and ghost farms. I have never been in a landscape so eerily quiet.
Here you can convince yourself, you are the only one on Earth. I follow old timber trail sometimes weering back among the trees,
Here you can convince yourself, you are the only one on Earth. I follow old timber trail sometimes weering back among the trees,
finally before me open a view of abandoned farm, spotting the derelict farm house in the distance,
finally before me open a view of abandoned farm, spotting the derelict farm house in the distance,
I can not escape the urge to look through its dusty windows if someone is still around.
I can not escape the urge to look through its dusty windows if someone is still around.
Track winds through coastal plains,
Track winds through coastal plains,
once I enter the forest again, the big hollow-out jarrah stand by trail and the waugal sign it bears points me in the right direction.
once I enter the forest again, the big hollow-out jarrah stand by trail and the waugal sign it bears points me in the right direction.
At the end of my trail I discover an overgrown sunlit plateau where the humans lost their trace and the birds have found their voices.
At the end of my trail I discover an overgrown sunlit plateau where the humans lost their trace and the birds have found their voices.

Deep in the forest

I find the area

strewn

with think branches

that have been sheard

from thick trunks

by the wild storms

that pounded the region

in recent months.



In some parts

trunks

have been

uprooted

leaving gaping holes

where proud trees

once

stood tall.




And above it all,

darkened ruins

mark the place,

where an old governor

built his holiday retreat.




I open my sketch book

and start to draw,

not what I see,

but what I hear,

what I smell

and what I feel

this place

looked like,

long time ago




A late Victorian house

perched on a hill

with sweeping views

of the forest

bellow,

the house of fragile beauty.




Moving quietly

around

not to wake up

sleeping ghosts,

I touch gently

its delicate bones

of finely detailed

timber fretwork,

cast-iron brackets

and balustrade.



'A portrait of late Victorian house'

I write on the top

of my sketch paper

and start to draw

the deteriorating

carved wood,

iron fence,

the distressed effect

of peeling

painted timber

and suddenly

in my imagination

a lady's face appears

among the beautiful patina

of frame,

her wrinkled skin

hidden behind a veil

speaks of age

and the wear of time.




Just like the old house

she is a ghost

balancing

on the brink

of non-existence.




The last owner

in black velvet

looks straight at me,

her pleading eyes

reveal the traces

and pains

of former inhabitants,

constructing a kind of mythology

or archeology of decay.




An abandoned Victorian house

standing

after 150 years

inspires you

to imagine

the history of its habitation

and the events

that have occured

within its walls.



The charm and nostalgia

of the grieving widow

in the old house,

their muted twilight colours

and dark menancing shadows.



An old house,

a motionless face

behind a dark veil

as if seen

in a bad dream.




Picture of an old age

and decay,

the pictorial drama

of an old lady

in an old house,

in the space

between

old culture

and nature,

the owner is dying

the house is the victim,

a disquieting sense

of just how

rickety and unstable

ones life,

a built structure

is

when confronted

with

the unstoppable

forces

of nature

and time.



A portrait of late Victorian house

becomes a portrait

of a lady in black,

locked in its ancient walls,

forever.




When I finish my drawing,

I look around,

the plateau of fallen trees

changes the mood,

cold shadows embrace me,

the ruins of the house

are lost in dark.


Rushing back home

through the damp forest

and airy bush

which crackles underfoot

I leave behind

the many moods

of the forest,

that never cease

to change.

It is dynamic.

It is alive.


When I sleep,

that night,

warmed

by the flue

from the log fire,

the lady in an old Victorian house,

smiles at me

in the warm light

reflected on her face,

by my hand,

she has become

alive,

again.







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Diana Lee 4 years ago from Potter County, Pa.

Very beautiful.


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Christopher Price 4 years ago from Vermont, USA

Thanks for sharing your journey, nearly as mystical as the aboriginal lands down under...very evocative and poetic.

But I feel let down, disappointed...I ache to see the sketches you made. Please share them with us.

CP


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alancaster149 4 years ago from Forest Gate, London E7, U K (ex-pat Yorkshire)

Poignant. There are probably lots of properties in that part of the world that have become over-run by plants and weeds reclaiming them. Mother nature usually gets back what she lost, only the memories are uncorruptable. Nice work, Beata!


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shara63 4 years ago from Delhi

nice portrayal of the nature!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my fellow hubbers for your responsive comments, I am happy that you have enjoyed my creative, poetic and mystic journey through the nature that claim it all in the end:) I am sorry, Christopher to disappoint to but it is my aim to describe this creative piece by words and real natural images only as I want, each of you' to make your own image of this particular drawing in your head:)


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B. Leekley 4 years ago from Kalamazoo, Michigan, USA

Beautiful poem and photos. Up, Useful, Interesting, Beautiful, and shared with followers and on social networking sites. I can't draw, but I use a similar technique – an object I see in my vicinity – as an imagination gateway into a scene to describe in fiction.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my dear fellow hubber for your beautifully encouraging response, I used to draw and use other techniques such as graphic and sculpture to express myself, in recent day I prefer 'paint a picture by my words':) I am very grateful for my 'endless imagination', it used to bring my 'carers to tears', but it has helped me to survive all those obstacles in life we all encounter from time to time:)


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mckbirdbks 4 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

You have taken us on a beautiful journey. Great photos and even better images painted with your words.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my fellow writer, happy to hear from you again:)


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kj force 4 years ago from Florida

Beata Stasak...Beautiful words to match your beautiful photos...some describe with word, some with camera, some with sketching...perceived by the artist..interpreted by the world...awesome poem..thanks for sharing


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Happy you liked it, my fellow hubber and thank you so much for your inspiring words, pictures, drawings or words...all are just the seeds from

which images grow to create a beautiful 'tree in our imagination':)


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Sawfishlagoon 4 years ago from Shallow, brackish water

Walt Whitman would be jealous. I bet he wishes that he could add photography to his work (On Walden Pond). I assume those are your photos. Now I want to come to Australia and live in that house.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

I take pictures all around my farm and around the Australia when I travel:)

It is great feeling to invite my hubbers to my home so they can see what I see and they dream my dreams:)


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Sawfishlagoon 4 years ago from Shallow, brackish water

Thank you for tour.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

You are welcome:)


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HendrikDB 4 years ago

Beautiful! looking at your various hubs I realized you have a special gift! Good for you! Continue the good work.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, Hendrik, we all have different gifts and it is always good to share them, creative writing is just my hobby, a special time to dream after the paid work we all do every day:)


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Vellur 4 years ago from Dubai

Another great hub and poem, great photos. Enjoyed reading and voted up.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you for your kind comment and for finding your time to stop by:)

All the best my fellow hubber:)


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mperrottet 4 years ago from Pennsauken, NJ

Another wonderful hub. Voted up and beautiful!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank my dear 'mperrottet' for your kind response, all the best with hubbing and writing:)


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RunningDeer 4 years ago from Iowa

Love the ending. Beautiful poem. You have wonderfully beautiful inspirations for your poetry! I envy you. Voted up!


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samtebbutt 4 years ago from Ireland

Enjoyed reading your poem. I like the way it ended with the old lady "warmed" up by the fire and your creativity sparks!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my dear fellow hubbers, I used to draw many sketches in natural settings way back and this distant memory suddenly came back to me...this time I just draw 'in my mind' and I believe it is the best drawing I ever made, because it is created by your imagination spurred by my few words:)


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DreamerMeg 4 years ago from Northern Ireland

Lovely hub and photographs and story / poem.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my fellow dreaming hubber, happy you liked it and all the best for the weekend:)


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travmaj 4 years ago from australia

Great hub - beautiful words and images - the past connecting with the present is very evocative...


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, dear travmaj, happy you liked it, my words and images come alive and beautiful only through the eyes of my fellow hubbers, who stop by:)


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Sandyspider 4 years ago from Wisconsin, USA

Very nice writing and photos.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, Sandyspider for making a little beautiful web on my hub:)


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somethgblue 3 years ago from Shelbyville, Tennessee

I would have to say a little of both, I tend to dream what I draw but then try to research it also if possible. For instance I was asked to paint a Leafy Sea Dragon but didn't even know that it existed then when I found a picture I was fascinated but ended up modifying it a bit so you could see it more.

I'm sure your familiar with them living in OzTrailYa but have a look and let me know what you think? http://hubpages.com/education/Leafy-Sea-Dragon-Phy...

As always your photos match your words that flow like rainbows and waterfalls.


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Beata Stasak 3 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you my fellow hubber, I am happy to have a look and pay back your kind response. All the best my friend and keep dreaming and researching, both have their place in creative process:)


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Aisha Jilani 3 years ago from Lahore

beautifully written poem, deep words definitely... and lovely pictures.. keep it up. voted up


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Beata Stasak 3 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, Aisha, happy my 'scattered images in my mind' resonate with you:)


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Ky4KeithUrban 3 years ago from Kentucky

BEAUTIFUL poem and pictures..I dream but I can not draw at all..I never was blessed to draw or write poetry..Thanks for sharing!!


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Beata Stasak 3 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my fellow hubber for your kind response, we are all blessed different way, by sharing our gifts we become 'blessed' beyond our beliefs:)


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writinglover 3 years ago from Lost...In Poetry

Hey! I liked this hub a lot and the title of your hub got me thinking about what I do when I dream. When I dream, and I like it, I write about it and later turn it into a story. "A Lucid Dreamer" is one of those stories that came from a dream. I'll have to post it back up before I turn it into a full blown story so you can see what it's about. Thumbs up for awesomeness!


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Beata Stasak 3 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thumbs up, my fellow writing lover, keep dreaming and writing, the life can not be better than that:)


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Pamela Sarzana 3 years ago from northern Indiana

I like to draw things that I think about , dream about , or envision...more than what I can actually see with my eyes.


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Beata Stasak 3 years ago from Western Australia Author

That is the best way how you can describe reality (around or coloured by your dreams) from you own point of view:) All the best my fellow artist with drawing, hubbing and of course dreaming:) B


Joanne M Olivieri 3 years ago

Very beautifully expressed in both your words and images. I like the creativity in prose telling a story. Just beautiful and I look forward to more. Voted Up


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Beata Stasak 3 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, Joanne for your beautiful and kind comment, I am very happy that you find me and find some time to comment....all the best...B


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Gawth 3 years ago from Millboro, Virginia

Thanks for inviting me. I tell you true, Australia has a secret calling in my heart and so I secretly mirrored your every step. I feel a real kinship with this place. Thanks so much. I will look around more in your mirrored world.


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Beata Stasak 3 years ago from Western Australia Author

Happy to share, all the best to Virginia:)...B


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rdsparrowriter 3 years ago

Well done! You captured nature so beautifully in words :)


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Beata Stasak 3 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you my fellow hubber for your kind words:)

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