Black and grey sketch-style tattoo of mountains, pine trees and a lake across the forearm, shaded with dotwork.

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Mountain lake landscape on a forearm

Dotwork · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A black and grey landscape with angular mountain peaks, a pine forest on the slopes and a still lake in the middle distance. The linework is loose and sketchy, with stippled dotwork shading on the hillsides and foreground. The design wraps around the forearm, with further line art visible at the edges of the frame.

Dotwork Forearm Mountain Lake Pine tree Landscape Forest Water

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The surveyor's sketchbook arrived at Mr Halloran's workshop in a tin that smelled of pine tar, its last page still faintly damp. Three peaks, a fringe of firs, and a lake drawn in quick pencil with no name written beneath it. Halloran had engraved sixty-one plates in his career and never once been asked to make a thing up, so he sat with the page for a day before he touched the copper.

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He chose stipple because the surveyor's hand had been loose and the plate needed to look like weather. Dot by dot he built the hillside, the shadow under the scree, the dark reach of water where the peaks bent. His daughter Nell brought his tea and asked which lake it was. He said he did not know. She said then he could not be sure it was a lake at all, only a hole where the sky had gone missing for a minute.

The first proofs came back wrong in one small way. Every impression showed a faint ripple running left to right across the water, though he had drawn it flat. He checked the burin, the ink, the press. Then he went over the copper with a loupe and found the ripple was no scratch of his. Someone had cut it there before him, a fine line like a wake, and the surveyor's last page had been folded over that spot so neatly that Halloran had never seen the join.

He did not correct it. He printed two hundred impressions and sent them to the subscribers with the ripple intact. When a letter came from a woman in Inverness asking exactly where the lake lay, he wrote back that it lay wherever the water agreed to be still, and that she would have to go and look for herself.