On the 4th of July, I took advantage of a brief respite from the rain to visit Eastern Cemetery in Portland, ME. The visit turned out to be even more fleeting than I expected because the cemetery reeked. The overpowering stench of rot had me gagging as soon as I stepped out of the car. I don't know if it was wafting in from the harbor or what, but it was awful. Worse than rotting fish. I breathed through my mouth for about 10 minutes, but I couldn't take it any longer, so I didn't get very many pictures.
I did stumble across an adorable pair of mourning doves. I promise that I wasn't chasing them — they just kept flying where I wanted to go.