Mystery geese

I've been staying at Annie and Grant's place up in Evanston for the last few days, while they're in India. Today the temperature (in Evanston--I don't know about India) turned tolerable, so I decided to stop not getting anything done at home and go for a walk. Evanston, wouldn't you know, has a town rose garden. I did not grow up in the kind of town with a town rose garden, and maybe that's why I was mystified by some of the things I found there. More on that later. First I just took some unmysterious photos of roses, until my camera battery died.





(That last one I call "Georgia O'Keefe with Ant.")

The roses were beautiful, and even with my unfancy digital camera the pictures were almost as beautiful, but what can you do with pictures of roses? If you put them on your wall you'll feel like you're waiting for the doctor all the time. Not the home-effect I'm looking for. Though come to think of it, any home-effect would do at present, so maybe the roses can find a place after all.

Well, the park also featured this much less conventionally beautiful fountain.


It's called "Centennial Fountain," having been dedicated on July 4, 1876 to the first hundred years of American independence. But instead of horses, flags, Indians...



It's a bunch of geese.


Not happy geese, either; geese who seem to be undergoing a Dantean variety of water torture.


Maybe they represent Tory geese?


Think that's the King George III goose? Or maybe just the goose prison guard?

If you're out there, Evanston Historical Society, we need your help.