Okay, so I haven’t put one up in quite a while. I love wolves. They’re my favorite animal and one of my teachers. This is a wonderful pic but still not quite the look I’m going for. I’ve been trying for 16 years to find a picture that matches the image that came to my head and when I do, I plan on getting tatooed on my back between my shoulder blades. This is another close but no cigar look.
This would be another pic for the infamous tatooing of Mark. Not sure if I like it as much. It’s currently seeing use as my desktop. We’ll see.
So yes, I have a thing for wolves. And as I am rapidly approaching a birthday I never thought I’d see I’ve been giving serious thought to getting a tatoo.
About the same time as I developed the idea that I wouldn’t live to see 30 I also pictured an image of the face of a wolf between my shoulder blades. These two things have been intertwined in the definition I’ve had of myself for years. But I’ve never acted on the later, while I have lived too much of life believing the former. So, it’s time for something completely different. As I was trolling the web for pictures to see what caught my eye I saw this one…and given everything that has happened these last few months, I knew I had to have it. Granted, my birthday is still several months off and I may change my mind between now and then about the picture that I’ll use, but for now the cub is winning, paws down.