Black and grey geometric dotwork tattoos on two forearms, showing a sun over mountains and pine trees in one triangle and a moon, clouds and waves in the other.

Matching sun, mountain, moon and wave triangles

Geometric · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two matching diamond-shaped tattoos sit side by side on the inner forearms. The left shows a rayed sun above a mountain range with pine trees, and the right shows a moon, drifting clouds and rolling waves, each split by horizontal lines. The outlines are bold and the interiors use fine stippled dotwork and hatched shading in black and grey ink.

Geometric Dotwork Forearm Sun Moon Mountain Pine tree Cloud Wave Sea Sky Triangle

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Morag, the ewes are down in the low field now and the frost has held the ruts in the lane like iron for three days. I walked up to the top wall this morning before the light came, because you said once that the sun comes up over Ben Ardle like it is being reeled in, and I wanted to see whether you were right. You were. It hung on the ridge for ten minutes, cold as a coin, and then the pines below the scree went from black to green and I thought of you at the harbour with your flask.

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The post van brought your card on Tuesday. Two gulls on a rope and a Lerwick postmark, and nothing written but 'Still going out. Still counting the tides. M.' I read it at the kitchen table with the range ticking, and Dad asked who had written, and I said nobody, which was the first lie I have told him since the lambing.

Here is the news. The moon came over the sea wall at midnight, the big one, and the clouds stacked up behind it like washing nobody had taken in. Mr Halloran's boat came back with nothing but a broken oar, and the waves were up over the breakwater so high they stung my face from the road. I stood there and thought, she is out in that somewhere, and then I thought, no, she would know which way to turn the bow.

Come home at Easter if the boat will let you. I will keep the north room warm and the lamp lit on the sill, and we can compare sunrises properly, you from your end of the water and me from mine.