Longing for the Familiar
Many years ago I read an article about the archeological discovery of an ancient Iroquoian village site at Crawford Lake. Studying a map I noted that Crawford Lake was very close to Oakville; I decided to make a trip there. I was looking forward to my visit because I needed a break from my work in Oakville and Port Credit. Here was a site that was more than just a mention on a historical marker.
As I approached the site the way I was feeling brought an image to mind. It was an image of visiting a foreign land and missing your homeland. Not speaking the local language and being unfamiliar with the food you sit in a Macdonald's and imagine running into someone from back home.
After parking and packing up my photo equipment, I made my way to the stockade entrance surrounding the village. I read the introductory panels and walked along the corridor. Upon entering the village I noticed several longhouses and had begun making photographs when I was drawn to the central longhouse. As I drew closer I could make out a turtle painted above the doorway.
I left the Crawford Lake site feeling renewed. But reality came back only a few miles down the road. I noticed a familiar sign along the road. It had a large Indian head with a feather headdress; the site was the Crosswinds Golf & Country Club. I pulled into the driveway and made some photographs of the sign.
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