Indiana State Fair 2015 Photos, Part 5 of 5: Random Acts of State-Fairing

Tractor Wife!

Tractors! Farming! Farming accessories! Farming science! Giant things!

Previously on Midlife Crisis Crossover:

It’s that time again! The Indiana State Fair is an annual celebration of Hoosier pride, farming, food, and 4-H, with amusement park rides and big-ticket concerts by musicians that other people love. My wife and I attend each year as a date-day to seek new forms of creativity and imagination within a local context. We’re not as thrilled about carnival rides as we used to be, and the State Fair almost never invites musicians I like. In between snacking experiments, our day at the fair tends to be all about sightseeing…

…and now it all comes down to this: the grand finale, in which we lump together a bunch of photos of other whatchamacallits to finish defining what the Indiana State Fair experience means to us aging Hoosier geeks.

Indiana State Fair Midway!

The Indiana State Fair Midway! Rides! Games! Kiddie rides! Souvenirs! Snacks! Loudspeakers! Crowds! Pricey tickets! Tantrums! Motion sickness! Um, pass.


Cute baby farm animals! Preferably in well-ventilated barns! (The more they smell like pure, unfiltered animal, the farther my wife steers clear of them. Not that I’m a huge fan of stenches myself, mind you.)

Table-Watching Cow!

Happy lurking cartoon animal statues, watching your every move and counting your bites!

Ron Swanson Corner!

Craft booths and wares that Ron Swanson would love! And possibly judge!

Antique auto!

Antique autos just like what Ma and Pa Kent used to drive! What once cost the average driver several years’ salary is now a rusty showpiece and kids’ jungle gym!


Non-farm animals! Preferably under the control of a trained professional!


Live music! In this case, a cover band called Sawyer who didn’t sound half bad but have proven impossible to track down online for further info because their name is in other bands’ names, too. Also, we took five pics of them and this is the only one not blocked by intrusive stage gear or by wandering audience members unaware that maybe people behind them wanted to see the band. We’re freaks like that, I guess.

Soy Lurker!

Leftover mascots from years past! 2011 at the State Fair was the Year of the Soybean, which was highlighted everywhere with numerous statues or sculptures either carrying soybeans or being soybeans. Four years later those states remain EVERYWHERE around the fairgrounds, even though their time is long, long gone. We refused to take new pics of any of them except this smiling soybean beanbag refugee Anne found hiding in a rafter and failing at camouflage.

Fence Cow!

More happy lurking cartoon animal statues, off the beaten path and tucked away in the sort of lonely corner where you’d expect to see lots of smoking juvenile delinquents!


Small-scale horticulture! I took pics of several bonsai, but I wasn’t sure an entire MCC entry of bonsai pics would fly, so here’s the one that most reminded me of Middle-Earth.

Syrup Flowers!

More horticulture! And evidence of old-timey sugary treats!

Evil Worm!

Cartoon pest statues that teach kids about the evil that lower lifeforms do!

Smokey the Bear!



Creative photo opportunities! These “NDY” statues were recently placed in several spots around town (we saw one at the Indiana Convention Center back in June), and the intent is you stand in front and you put the ‘I’ in ‘Indy”. See what they made me do there?

Football Corn!

Football AND corn! Quintessential Indiana!

…and that’s the State Fair that was. The End. Thanks for reading! Other chapters in this special MCC miniseries:

Part 1: Our Year in Food
Part 2: The Year in Lego
Part 3: Canned Characters
Part 4: The Art of the Fair

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