Black and blue tattoo of silhouetted pine trees, birds in flight and a lake on the forearm.

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Pine forest and lake on a forearm

Forearm · Mixed · Photo

The tattoo shows tall pine trees in dark grey shading across the upper arm, with a small flock of birds flying in the top left. Below the trees, the design fades into blue tones suggesting water and distant shoreline. Black and grey dominate the top of the composition, while the blue lower section adds colour, with the image framed against a silver crinkled backdrop.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dunmore had been counting geese since the first frost, and the number never came out right. Ottilie Strand stood on the stern of the supply boat with a ledger pressed to her chest, the wind lifting its pages, and watched the far shore slide out of the mist one pine at a time. Forty miles of black spruce and grey rock lay between the southern landing and the cabin at Pell Narrows, and the boat had only one more season's coal in its hold.

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Her brother had built the cabin the summer before he went south to dig for copper. He had promised her the lake would keep its colour until she came back to it. Each evening she tipped the lantern to check the water, and each evening it had gone from pewter to slate to a blue so deep it looked like ink poured into a bowl. The pines leaned over the shore as if they were listening for something.

On the fourth day the birds came low over the narrows, a loose V that broke apart and re-formed like a sentence being argued over. Ottilie wrote the count in the margin, then crossed it out. The skipper, Halvard, asked what she was counting. "Whatever's leaving," she said. He laughed, but he cut the engine so they could drift.

At Pell Narrows the cabin door hung open. Inside, on the table, lay her brother's last tally: a single column of marks, and beneath it, in his square hand, the words water keeps. She folded the ledger into her coat, lit the stove, and let the boat idle out on the grey water until the last bird had gone over the trees.