Black and grey realism tattoo of tall pine trees and misty mountains across a forearm, shown from three angles.

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Pine forest and mountain landscape on a forearm

Realism · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Three photographs of the same forearm show tall pine trees in the foreground with a misty mountain range behind them. The linework is fine and detailed, with needle-like branches and soft grey shading that fades into pale sky and hills. The design wraps around the arm, with the trees running from near the wrist towards the elbow.

Realism Forearm Pine tree Mountain Forest Landscape Mist Sky

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Tom, the mist has sat on the valley three days now, so the pit wheel is only a sound until you reach the top of the rows. Your father would have cursed it. I stood at the back step this morning and could see nothing past the line of pines on the tip, only their tops poking through like the heads of men who have gone under and not yet come up.

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Mrs Pryce's boy found a fox cub under the cut where the old drift came out, and he brought it down in his cap to show the school. Nobody has the heart to tell him it will have to go back up the hill. The engine house has been quiet since the August fall, and the men stand about outside the shop in their Sunday coats, talking about the coast and whether there is work at the docks in Barry. I told them the mountain doesn't let go of a man so easily, and Hywel Owen told me to mind my own kitchen.

I went up the Cwm path on Sunday with the spade you left behind. The seedlings we set out in the spring from the nursery at Hafod are a hand tall now, shoulder to shoulder along the rough ground where the tip was levelled. Ten years, the agent said, before they'd be worth looking at. I shan't see them grown, so I've planted them for you, and for whoever stands on that slope after the coal is finished with it.

The mist lifted while I was writing this, and for a moment the whole range stood clear behind the trees, grey as a slate roof and not a soul underground in it. Come home when the work is done, and bring your good boots. The path is steep and the trees will want watching.