The Great New York State Fair is a different kind of place. I am sure I was the only one there who ever heard of Steven Salaita. As you might have noted last year, I’m posted before, we’re there pretty much every day of the fair. A always, the descent over rt. 690 from the Orange Lot to the main gates is particularly dramatic. As I’m sure I posted last year, what keeps my interest is the confluence of “man,” machine, and animal, the look into the varied lives and cultures of Upstate New York. The Fair’s almost over. I got stuck this summer writing about Israel and Gaza. Last year, I posted a lot from the Fair, maybe this year a bit less.
sadly not much agriculture left in NY to celebrate…
no, no, there’s tons of it.
not so much considering where it was even in fairly recent history, hard times to say the least for family farms.
Love the pictures!!!
(Even the farms that spread out from Syracuse to Skaneateles and southeast to Tully are often owned by mega-agribusinesses. Look for the little placard signs next to the road, stating which hybrid crops are being planted by which humongous corporation…)
Thanks, Gail. Do you know if the are owned or sub-contracted? I know nothing about the business models at work here.