This is probably my favorite picture from the entire DC adventure. As I took it, I implored the two of them to stop leaning over the edge. My requests transformed them into Dickinson and Poe. They had a detailed, matter-of-fact conversation about falling and death that seemed perfectly appropriate in the gothic setting. It continued until they remembered that they were thirsty. While the twenty minute “dying of thirst” whines were less poetic than the gazebo chat, they were infinitely funnier.