The New York State Fair in Syracuse is the oldest in the nation and draws over a million visitors a year during its roughly two-week run concluding on Labor Day. For Central New Yorkers, it marks the last hurrah of summer and the start of fall. As a child, I went to The Fair with my family; as a teenager, I worked at one of the food concessions, and since the early eighties, I have gone with a camera to photograph. Over the past forty years, I have returned to Syracuse and tried to go as many days as circumstances allow, regardless of where I might be. The photographs are a small selection printed this summer from a growing archive.