Small black fine line tattoo of a camera with a circular lens, on the inner wrist.

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Line drawn camera tattoo on a wrist

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A small camera outline is tattooed on the inner wrist, with a simple rectangular body, a raised viewfinder bump and a circular lens. The linework is thin and uniform in black ink, with no shading or fill. The design sits centrally on smooth, pale skin against a dark, blurred background.

Fine line Forearm Camera Outline Lens

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The shutter on the old Olympus had been stuck since Tuesday, and Mr Halloran had carried it in wrapped in a tea towel as though it were a sleeping cat. It was gone half eleven. I should have pulled the grille down on Carver Street an hour earlier, but the rain had the late trams crawling and people kept ducking into the shop out of the wet. I turned the camera under the lamp. The brass was worn to a shine at the corners, the lens cap was missing, and the back hung open on an empty chamber.

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"There's no film in it," I said. "Hasn't been since before you were born, I should think." He laughed, which I didn't expect. His daughter had bought him a digital one for his birthday, he said, and he couldn't bear how it showed him every picture before it had properly happened. This one made him wait. He wanted it working so he could go out and take the one photograph he'd been putting off, a single frame of the canal at night, where the lamps doubled in the black water.

I freed the shutter with a drop of oil and a bit of patience, and it snapped clean on the bench. I loaded a roll of Tri-X from the drawer under the till. He paid in coppers and counted them twice, then walked out into the rain with the strap looped over his wrist.

After I'd drawn the grille, I stood at the window. He was across the road under the streetlamp, the camera lifted to his eye, and the lens was turned towards the shop, towards me. I heard the click through the glass, or believed I did. I stood very still and let him have the frame.