Waving, not drowning

I don't believe I have been living in Istanbul long enough to rightfully call myself a 'Stanboulli' but I like to think I've become pretty familiar with my lady, the Bosphorus. Until this weekend, that is.  Now she is displaying a swell and a mood so magnificent, I just want to applaud her for her continuing ability to confound me with her elegance, her rage and above all her capricious beauty.
After my near drowning experience last summer I kept well away from the edge, but there were a number of selfie-obsessed Turks vying for Darwin Awards down near Findikli.

The Ducks new better though. Congregating in a safe harbour further down.