I had only two days in Paris and had hoped to get a unique take on the Eiffel Tower. The second day was very hot but just as I came close to the tower it began to rain heavily.
What I noticed was that the many street peddlers had ditched the small models of the Eiffel Tower they had been selling and were not running around selling umbrellas. As I was getting soaked along with all of my camera gear I requested an umbrella from a passing seller. 10 Euro he asked for. The crowd I was trying to hide under the small shelter with booed the guy as these things were barley worth 50 cents.
But as I and my camera gear were going to get drenched otherwise I spent no time arguing and took the umbrella.
Ten minutes later the rain had subsided. As I noticed the reflection the gentleman who had sold me the umbrella walked past, this time loaded with small models of the Eiffel Tower to sell. I quickly grabbed this shot of him walking past.
I may have paid too much for the umbrella but I had managed to get a rare perspective of one of the worlds most photographed icons.
Good deal as far as I’m concerned.
When Andrew Bolt mentioned about this image on his blog I received an extra 4000 hits to this site in one day. I was surprised when I checked my stats but appreciative of course.
They said he was going to die. Two vets agreed that the reason old Oscar’s legs had stopped working was that his little heart could no longer pump enough blood to them.
It seemed odd then that his feet were still warm so a trip to another vet and it was suggested that he might have coonhound paralysis. A condition where dogs become paralyzed but only for a couple of months.
That was Late October 2014 and sure enough, after two months of treating him as a baby, walking him in a pram and exercising his legs for him on a daily basis he began walking just before Christmas.
The vet then suggested that having come through the paralysis that it had taken a toll on his body and that he would likely not last more than a week or two.
But as of July 2015 he is now 13 and still with us and as active (well almost for an old boy) as ever and twice as bossy.
I think Oscar’s plan is to live forever. So far so good.