Black and grey forearm tattoo of a pine forest with a small bear walking along a solid black band at the base, shown from two angles.

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Pine forest and bear on a forearm

Blackwork · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows a tall conifer forest rising from a solid black band around the lower forearm, with a bear walking on the band at the lower right. The pine trees are rendered in dark silhouette with lighter grey shading that suggests depth and layered treelines. The photo is shown as two side-by-side views of the same arm against a wire mesh background.

Blackwork Forearm Pine tree Forest Bear

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The bear came down out of the firs the week the Harrow pit closed, and nobody in Cawdle Bottom thought much of it at first. Old Mrs Pryce said it had been walking the ridge for years, only nobody had been looking up. Her grandson Tom went to the top of the tip with a lamp and a bad temper and came back saying the thing had sat on its haunches and watched him like a deacon.

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The men had taken their last shift down on the Friday. By the Monday the streets were quiet enough to hear the wind in the pines above the old workings, a dark crowd of them standing shoulder to shoulder where the coal had once been hauled up by the wagonload. Nobody had planted them. They had come up themselves, the way the colliery whistle used to, and no one had the heart to cut them down.

Tom's mother sent him up the track on the third day with a tin of bread and dripping, because a bear that had given up on the bins would be wanting something. He found it at the edge of the trees, tawny and patient, and set the tin down on a stone. The bear took the bread, looked at him once, then turned and walked back into the dark stand of firs, and the trees closed behind it like a door being shut gently.

When the mine owners came in spring with their surveyors and their talk of a forest park, Tom simply walked them to the wood's edge and let them count the tall trees. They never once saw the bear. Tom did, most evenings, and he took it its supper all the same.