Moody Sunday afternoons

I dont like Sundays. From since i was a little kid, in Cyprus, Sunday afternoons meant the end of a fun packed weekend at the beach or even worse, for once a year, it meant the end of a 3 months summer holiday and the return to school. For some reason those Sundays always happen to be cloudy, even if it was sunny everyday for the 5 months before.

So here i am, many years later getting the same feeling every Sunday. Maybe its cause its always cloudy here in London.
I always find myself torn between 2 countries. I m here to chase my dreams, but the quality of life isnt what i m used to. Life back home is so uncomplicated and relaxed, the sun makes everyone happy, its safe, my family and friends are there, but there are no opportunities if you have ambitions.

I dont usually photograph landscapes, but these are 2 of my favourite photos. The man on the beach shouting that his juice is lovely.



And an empty funfair, on a cloudy, moody day, exactly how Sunday afternoons feel like