Bosphorus  is not a place you get tired of, nor is the city of Istanbul. Even though I’ve been there plenty of times, I always find a new vibrancy in known places, and so many more new to discover. The nostalgic waters of the Bosphorus somehow provide both.

This year I was lucky enough to visit the city with a snow forecast. It is one thing to expect it but another to see it. Waking up with the joy of a child, I couldn’t wait to pick up the camera and go wander the streets.

This trip was important for another reason as well. It was the first time I had the opportunity to really test the Nikon D4s. Brand new in my hands, I geared up and went to stroll along the Bosphorus.

The day was beautiful to reminiscent, but the weather  was not a friend. Snow, cold, a blizzard and inconceivable levels of humidity (one of the many perks when you walk by the Bosphorus) limited the walks to a few hours. Well, a few continuous hours.

I can still remember being in awe of the light that day. I don’t think I’ve ever seen these kinds of reflections and colors before. There was a peculiar harmony of everything surrounding me that day, so the need to capture every single angle and scene was hard to fight.

This post is more or less an hour’s worth of walk. The seagulls flying over as always and the fishermen faithful to their posts, made the Bosphorus feel quaint and mesmerizing, familiar and strange at the same time.