Close-up of a solid blue tattoo of the Great Lakes map on a person's calf, with a bicycle water bottle and bike frame beside it.

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Great Lakes map tattoo on a calf

Calf · Colour · Photo

The tattoo shows the outline of the five Great Lakes of North America as a single solid blue shape, with no visible shading or fine detail. It sits on the outer calf of a bare leg, which is in sharp focus against a blurred pale pavement. A white bicycle water bottle with a dark label and a black bicycle frame sit to the right of the leg, and the colour contrast is strong.

Calf Map Lake Outline Calf Bicycle

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The king of Ulmar had five daughters and no wall high enough to keep them in, so one autumn he gave each of them a bowl and told them to fill it from the sky before the frost came down. The eldest, Superior, was tall and cold-eyed, and she filled hers so deep that it never once ran dry. Huron and Michigan held their bowls side by side and laughed at the rain. Erie's bowl was shallow and warm, and she sang to it all day until it steamed. The youngest, Ontario, was small and slow, and she carried hers down the long valley to where the river ran out towards the salt sea, and she was late for everything.

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When the frost came, the king walked the hills to count them, and he saw that the bowls had not stayed where they were put. The girls had poured their water into one another's hollows, the way sisters do when nobody is watching, and the land lay wet and shining between them. But they could not reach the sea. The river was stopped by stone, and Ontario sat on the bank with her bowl in her lap and wept until the stones softened.

It was Ontario who cut the channel, with her own bowl tipped on its side and the water running out through the gap she had made. One by one her sisters came down to her, rims touching, until the five of them lay joined at the edges and the salt sea could be reached from every one of them. The king looked down from the hill and saw them spread across his land like a blue hand, open and not closing.

The mapmakers of Ulmar drew them that way ever after, and to this day a traveller who wants to find the five sisters need only unfold the old king's map and look for a hand of blue lying open on the page.