just call me Mr Lucky:
"Autumn burned brightly - a running flame though the mountains...
just call me Mr Lucky:
echoes at dawn..
just call me Mr Lucky:
"chim-chimmeny, chim, chim, cher-oo.. good luck will rub off, when I shake hands with you.."
just call me Mr Lucky:
In a forbidden wood, beside a hidden falls.. urgent whispers echo, from silent granite walls..
just call me Mr Lucky:
"hark now, hear the sailor's cry - smell the sea and feel the sky.."
just call me Mr Lucky:
watercolors....
just call me Mr Lucky:
when at last, Summer bows to the change in season...
just call me Mr Lucky:
"It says here that we should be seeing some fall foliage soon.."
just call me Mr Lucky:
I left you a couple of messages.... didn't you see them?
just call me Mr Lucky:
the church on the hill...
just call me Mr Lucky:
I think someone planted these beets upside down...
just call me Mr Lucky:
"If the highest aim of a captain were to preserve his ship, he would keep it in port forever"
just call me Mr Lucky:
a walk in the park...
just call me Mr Lucky:
butterflies falling down
just call me Mr Lucky:
some things are best seen and heard with the heart..
just call me Mr Lucky:
Happy Fence Friday, y'all.. from Portland, Maine.
just call me Mr Lucky:
men at work..
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phoning it in...
just call me Mr Lucky:
one man's treasure....
just call me Mr Lucky:
ernie loves paula - and they both love lucky sevens...
just call me Mr Lucky:
enchanted wood
just call me Mr Lucky:
now there's something you don't see every day......
just call me Mr Lucky:
please watch your step - it's a long way down when the tide is out...
just call me Mr Lucky:
“It's a lot easier to be lost than found. It's the reason we're always searching and rarely discovered--so many locks - not enough keys.”
just call me Mr Lucky:
"anyone's life truly lived, consists of work, sunshine, exercise, soap...
just call me Mr Lucky:
are they guarding against pigeons - or lightning?
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"Use what talents you possess; the woods would be a very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best!"
just call me Mr Lucky:
photographing the photographer..
just call me Mr Lucky:
Then came the wind, drawing back the curtain of leaves, revealing dark reflections..
just call me Mr Lucky:
the grand finale...
