Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Another view

A pipe and it's bag I made

One of my water colors.

Paleolithic Fertility Mama

Katepacomen. Bidding no farewells, he left his kind Beaten half to death, a change of mind Out of Fort Pitt, early that fateful morn A rifle, full bag of shot and powder horn Following the Ohio, leaving them behind ‘Simon Girty remember, they are not of your kind’ Warning his Mingo brothers and Shaw...

Be ever thankful for a clear sunny day But never expect such fair weather to last An eastward wind and the sky turns grey Then a wild savage storm moves in fast Howling winds, hard rain, thunder and lightning flash Swiftly make for shelter somewhere high and dry Through the heavy rain, soaking wet h...

I've watched Eagles clip fish from Ospreys before. Extreme anglers they are.

Mingo ?(Mingwe)

You are of the Haudenosaunee ?

Olamiwossa ! My thanks for your welcome. I am not much of a writer, but do try to write a bit of poetry and campfire tales. Perhaps you’ve read one of my little outdoor poems on that other forum where I used another Shawnee nickname. I really don’t have very good diplomatic skills but I’m trying to ...

Howdee, I am Atehequa. Thank you for allowing me to sit by this fire.