Colour realism tattoo of blue, purple and pink morning glory flowers with green leaves and a brown feather on the inner forearm.

Morning glory and feather on a forearm

Botanical · Forearm · Colour · Photo

Blue, purple and pink morning glory flowers climb along the forearm with green leaves and tendrils, and a brown feather with fine barring sits beneath them. The shading is soft and detailed, with smooth gradients on the petals and leaves. The image shows two side-by-side photographs of the same arm, with the tattoo filling most of the frame against a plain skin background.

Botanical Realism Forearm Flower Feather Leaf Vine Bud

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Tom Fenwick brought the narrowboat Heron Mary up the Trent cut in April with a pot of morning glory lashed to the roof rail, because his daughter had asked him to grow something that would not need watering at the locks. The vine climbed the chimney pipe and wound along the rope, and by June its blue trumpets opened before the lock-keeper was awake and shut again by noon, as if someone had drawn a sheet over them.

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A tawny owl lived in the willows below Dunham Lock and came down to the cabin roof most nights to watch the water. One dawn Tom found a barred feather caught in the tendrils, brown and striped like a folded letter. He tucked it into the tiller cord and said nothing to anyone, because a boatman who talks to birds gets a name for it along the cut.

Maud Pryce, who kept the lock gates, came down the towpath one morning with a basket of eggs and stopped at the rail. She said the flowers were the last thing her mother had grown before the family left the village, and she had not seen them since. Tom cut her a bloom from the highest bud and she pressed it into her apron pocket without another word.

That autumn Tom sold the boat to a couple from Leeds who painted it green and took out the vine. In spring pink morning glories came up along the towpath at Dunham, and on the new gatepost the owl sat and watched them open, one bud at a time, before the sun reached the water.