Actually I count at least four crosses. But they’re not really the point of this post.
The tall sundial in the foreground is what remains of a medieval cross. It was turned into a sundial in the late 17th century.
An act of vandalism that wouldn’t be considered these days. Destroying something medieval to make a sundial is the sort of thing that makes me Cross.
This is my contribution to One Word Sunday: Cross.
A female Wilson’s Phalarope in profile.
Middle Quill Lake, Saskatchewan, Canada.
My One Word Sunday contribution.
A hint of pink on the water and above the fog and cloud for One Word Sunday.
How do some bird species sense food in mud or sand underwater. A juvenile Red Knot feeding on the Lake Huron shoreline in Southampton, Ontario, Canada. The bird had stopped off on its way south for the winter.
My contribution to One Word Sunday: Sense.
A Flying fish for One Word Sunday.
An Osprey with a White Sucker on the Lake Huron shoreline in Southampton, Ontario, Canada. There’s more details on the bird and fish here.
A juvenile Red Knot relaxes on its way south for the winter.
One Word Sunday.