Opening up my work email today, I found a wonderful note about Ruby from a coworker. She had been to the fair on Sunday and was surprised to see my name on the shawl. It was the reminder I needed to run down to the fairgrounds to pick Ruby up and deliver her to the yarn shop. I was a little sad when I left because the state has withdrawn funding for the fair (the country's oldest state fair) and this may be the last one for awhile, maybe forever unless a benefactor steps forward. I think that's unlikely. I thought I'd share a few photos I took this past week.
When we walked the 2005 Breast Cancer Three Day, the fairgrounds were where closing ceremonies were held. We heard a lot of people plan on where they'd meet up that day if they were separated, and "meet me by the stove" was a frequent refrain. You really can't miss this.
It would be nice to see a return of a bull market. Since Michigan won't be needing their bull mascot, maybe we could send it to Wall Street.
This was some sort of insane ride apparatus. Though I'd never get on a ride like this, I can't help but think that the photo composition is pretty fabulous. I can't remember if I took this with the Sony or the Nikon, but I have a feeling it was probably the latter.
When my husband and I were leaving today, we took the opportunity to drive around the fairgrounds. The Budweiser trucks were there to pick up their Clydesdale horses. They were pretty spirited and I regretted leaving my cameras behind. Most of the rides were packed up and leaving and the fair was beginning to look desolate. I'm hoping that somehow, the state will find the money to keep this going, but I do understand the need to withdraw the funding. In a state that has had to lay off employees due to lack of assets, we need to be reasonable about what can stay and what has to go and right now, I think it's the fair.
I wonder what they'll do with this land? JL Hudson donated this property for fair use. If it's sold to be just another strip mall, that will be a shame.
At the community arts center this morning, I ran into the woman from the fair who'd called me about the man who wanted to buy my shawl. She told me it would be her favorite fair story for the year. I just hope that next year, we can get her a new story to tell.