Black and grey tattoo of a pine forest with a small bear at the base, shown from two angles on the lower leg.

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Pine forest band with bear on a lower leg

Realism · Calf · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows a dense stand of tall pine trees rising from a solid black band at the base, with a small bear walking along the bottom edge on the right-hand view. The trees are built from fine, layered linework and soft grey shading that gives depth, with the taller trees in front and smaller ones fading into the background. The photographs are taken against a dark metal fence, and the tattoo is shown in black and grey only.

Realism Blackwork Calf Pine tree Forest Bear Tree Landscape

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The company wanted the ridge cut before the snow, and Tomas Greaves was sent up with a chain, a brass compass and a ledger to measure it. On the first evening he pegged his tent under the last larch and looked down at the valley. Below him the spruce stood in rows, tallest in the middle and shorter at the edges, and at the foot of them a bear was walking the line where the trees gave way to dark ground, as steady as a clerk going home.

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Mrs Ellery at the lower hut had warned him. Count the big ones, she said, and you owe them a name. He laughed at her. In the morning he began with the chain, calling distances to his boy, who wrote them down. Each day the bear was there at the edge of the trees, never closer than two chains, sitting back on its haunches to watch. On the fifth day the boy would not walk past the stone cairn at the bottom of the slope, and when Tomas asked why, the boy only pointed at the prints in the frost. They went out from the cairn and came back to it.

That night Tomas sat up with the ledger open on his knee and found his figures would not add. Every line he had measured came out a little short, as if the ground had been shifted a yard or two while he slept. He crossed out the ridge. In the morning he packed the compass, left the chain coiled beside the cairn, and walked down the valley with the boy without looking back.

The company's men cut the far slopes and left the ridge alone, and the timber buyers said those spruce were the straightest in the county. Nobody ever found the chain. When the wind is right, Mrs Ellery's grandson said, you can hear it rattling in the grass by the stones, paying out the lengths one at a time.