Colourful realism tattoo of two hummingbirds and orchids in pink, orange and blue across the upper arm and shoulder.

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Hummingbirds and orchids on an upper arm

Realism · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

A large colour tattoo covers the upper arm and reaches toward the shoulder, showing two hummingbirds among clusters of orchids in pink, orange, yellow and blue, with green leaves. A bird of paradise style flower with red and yellow petals sits near the top of the shoulder. The shading is smooth and detailed, with soft gradients on the petals and feathers, and the design wraps around the arm in a dense, full composition.

Realism Botanical Upper arm Shoulder Hummingbird Orchid Flower Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Every morning before the 6.12 came through the junction, Mrs Agnes Holloway carried her tins of orchids down the platform and set them on the bench beside the signal box. Nobody at Carrow Bridge thought it sensible. Orchids, the porters said, did not belong in a cutting full of coal smoke, and they placed bets on how long the pink ones would last.

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The two birds came the summer the glasshouse at the big house burned down. They were green and blue and no bigger than a thumb, and they hung in front of the flowers as if the blooms had asked them a question. Agnes talked to them while she watered. She told them which engine was running late, and that her husband had walked over the hill to Ellerby the winter before and not come back.

When the company wrote to say the bench would be taken away for a new waiting room, she packed the tins into a wicker basket and walked out along the line. The birds followed her the whole way. At the iron bridge over the Lenn they turned and flew back toward the station, and she stood a long while holding the basket, understanding at last that they had been keeping her company and not the flowers.

She set the tins on the bridge rail and left them there. By the next spring the spray from the river had brought the orchids into bloom along the ironwork, pink and orange and a blue nobody had a name for, and the porters at Carrow Bridge still walk the long way round to see them.