Scenes from the Wilson County Fair in Lebanon, Tennessee.
I moved to Tennessee from Chicago. Even after nine years in the south, the people here still intrigue me. Life is so much simpler. I grew up in a rural town but couldn't wait to live closer to Chicago and moved there after college.
I wanted to photograph the Wilson County Fair, as part of my series, because it brought back memories for me of my summers in Wisconsin, by the lake. There is a much smaller county fair every July 4th. We spent summer days on the water, and went to the fair around 5 or 6. I loved going to the demolition derby, my newly sunburned legs sticking to the bench.
I enjoyed watching simpler folk, with seemingly no cares walk into the stands—teen couples, vacationers, local families. I walked through the 4-H exhibits, the livestock barns, and looked at the local art. The night ended with fireworks. We headed back to the lake house. I walked to the end of the pier to greet millions of stars and listen to the lapping water. I always said goodbye to the lake before I went home.
The sky was just much bigger there. And it felt that way at the fair too.