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A couple of days ago, I was idly leaning over the wooden bannister of one of the two walkways that carry you over the water near the ice skating rink in Forest Park. Looking at these water lilies and wishing that I had a polarizing filter, a longer lens, and better light than a bright midday sun.

Without warning, I heard a rumble, a muffled word of alarm, and turned around to see these three gentlemen whizzing past me on their Segways. At that moment, they looked like they were having a bit more fun than me, but I only had to walk on a few paces to recover my sense of pleasure at being in the park at lunchtime.