The Walking Shadow

Like an actor in full costume, this old man struts beside the Playhouse. I am intrigued by these people I discover when I’m roaming unfamiliar places at strange hours. Ninety percent of the time, I don’t have the guts to photograph them. Even less to talk with them.


“Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more”



Old man at night in Key West Mallory Square dressed in costume near The Waterfront Playhouse