A few months ago I went home to Maine to photograph my friends Adam and Morgan working on
their lobster boat. I spent the day out on the water with them, just off the coast of where I grew up.
I have a bunch more from the day, but here are the first few.


AR 1

Reyno, Arkansas. July 17, 2012.


 Charleston, Missouri. July 17, 2012.

Dexter, Missouri. July 17, 2012.


 Lawrence County, Illinois. July 16, 2012.

 Grayville, Illinois. July 16, 2012.

 Grayville, Illinois. July 16, 2012.

Ohio River, Mound City, Illinois. July 16, 2012.



Scotland, Indiana. July 16, 2012. 

Knox County, Indiana. July 16, 2012. 

Knox County, Indiana. July 16, 2102.

Westphalia, Indiana. July 16, 2012.


OH - 2

 West Jefferson, Ohio. July 15, 2012

South Charleston, Ohio. July 15, 2012.



East Liverpool, Ohio. July 14, 2012. 

St. Clair Township, Ohio. July 14, 2012. 

Bayard, Ohio. July 14, 2012.



 Centre County, Pennsylvania. July 13 2012.

 Philipsburg, Pennsylvania. July 13 2012.

 Jeanette, Pennsylvania. July 13 2012.

Beaver County, Pennsylvania. July 14 2012.



West Milton, Pennsylvania. July 12 2012.

On July 12, I got in the car with Frank Armstrong and we headed west. The destination - Austin, Texas.
The goal - stay off the highways, find photographs, avoid heatstroke. We spent something like 20
days on the road. Frank had his new Pentax in tow and very enthusiastically put it through its
paces; I borrowed a sweet Mamiya 7 and shot a bunch of film. We hit I-84 west, blew through
Massachusetts, Connecticut, and a bit of New York, and then got off the interstate and started
wandering the back roads. Above is the first image I shot. After a month of unbearable heat,
hit-or-miss dining, and tequila in paper cups, we returned to Massachusetts, tired and dirty but
very satisfied. Frank already has the itch to get back on the road, and to be honest, so do I.



It's a relief to finally see all of these images together. This project has been in progress and in my head
since I was 24 years old; I started shooting it over two years ago. I've never worked this way before,
where I don't even see any negatives until weeks or months after they were shot, and it was interesting
and refreshing. The power of hindsight is something that had an important role in this project.

The intention has been to make a book all along. I'm going to take a couple of days off to get started on 
a couple of other things and then I'll get going on the layout and the writing. This blog has been a great
sketchbook, a nice visual bulletin board for the images and some things I was thinking about and
reading/listening to while I worked on getting everything scanned. I'm hoping to add a lot more original
text to the book, so that's what I'll be working on starting Monday.

In the meantime, I have a lot of film from my travels with Frank Armstrong this summer that's been
waiting patiently. I also photographed my friend Adam and his wife Morgan on the lobster boat he 
skippers and she sterns on in September. So, there are more images on the way, and I truly hope
that will always be the case. Thanks so much for all of your support and for following this weird 
narrative as I unfolded it. Feel free to contact me at cadeoverton@gmail.com with any questions,
comments, feedback, or print requests. Anything on this blog is available in print form, so get in touch
if you are interested and we'll talk.

Love always,



Richmond, Virginia. April 2012.

The End.

"Try to swallow while you're still young
that your dick's too short to fuck the world"

-Titus Andronicus, "In a Small Body"

"It's not that I wanted to hurt you
I just didn't care if I did
It is not that I just forgot you
Also, I forgot everything else
It is not that I do not love you
it's just that I hate everyone
It's not that I wanted to hurt you
I just didn't care if I did
what I did, I did - who I am, I am
Then a stupid kid, now a stupid man"

-Titus Andronicus, "Tried to Quit Smoking"

"I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain. One always finds one's burden again.
But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks.
He too concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a master
seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake
of that night-filled mountain, in itself, forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights
is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy."

-Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus


Austin, Texas. April 2012.

One day, one roll of film.
It's almost like you knew it was almost all over.

Silence hovers in the yards, leaving no pages with writing on them, that thing we'll later call the work.
Silence reads letters sitting on a balcony. Birds like a a rasp in the throat, like women with deep voices.
I no longer ask for all the loneliness of love or the tranquility of love or for the mirrors. Silence
glimmers in the empty hallways, on the radios no one listens to anymore. Silence is love just as your
raspy voice is a bird. And no work could justify the slowness of movements and obstacles.”

-Roberto BolaƱo, Antwerp