Living on the east coast with immigrant parents, I never really knew about the phenomenon of the "State Fair." When I moved to Indiana, I was promptly introduced and my ignorance remediated. Turkey legs and fried cheese balls abounded. Even the colors of the fair are like candy. And in monochrome, there is a timelessness to the images. When August has arrived and you're there, there's some nostalgia to it all so that no matter how many times you've gone, you still look forward to the return of the state fair.