Colour tattoo across a person's upper back showing a circular landscape, with a night mountain and pine scene on the left and a red sunset over water with a blossoming tree on the right.

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Split landscape with tree across a back

Realism · Back · Mixed · Photo

A large circular landscape covers most of the upper back, divided down the middle by a bare-branched tree trunk. The left side shows a blue night scene with a mountain, aurora-like streaks, a pale moon and pine trees, while the right side shows a warm orange sky, a red sun setting over water and a tree in pink and green blossom. Shading is soft and painterly, with bright colour on the sunset side and cooler blues and greys on the night side.

Realism Back Tree Mountain Moon Sun Pine tree Sunset Lake Blossom Landscape Flower

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind the puddle by the fish stall, it's deeper than it looks, and you'll want your feet dry for the next part. Sit on the crate, there's a good lad. The rain only ever comes in at this end of the square, so we'll stand under the awning where the tarpaulin holds.

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My gran used to say there was a tree on the edge of the Dunmere fells that had never made up its mind about the time of day. One side of its trunk got the night, blue as a bruise, with frost on the pines and lights rippling over the mountain like someone shaking out a sheet. The other side got the sunset, a red sun sitting on the lake and refusing to go down. Two brothers worked the land either side of it, and neither would give up his half of the tree.

Tomas, the elder, took the dark side. He slept through his mornings and walked his ewes by moonlight, and he cursed every blossom that blew over his wall. Ruth had the sunset. She grew pink and green flowers on every branch she could reach, though nothing else on her farm would bloom. Years went by without a word between them. Then the winter the lake froze solid, Tomas came down the fell with a lantern and found her under the trunk, watching the last of the sun on the ice.

He sat down beside her, and neither spoke until the lantern guttered. Then he said the tree had been arguing with itself since before either of them was born, and maybe they could let it. Ruth didn't answer. She just pulled her coat over both their knees. So when you see the rain come slantwise across the square at four o'clock with the light still on the far wall, you'll know they've made their peace, or near enough. Now, who's buying a fish?