Thea Prum: There's still some gold left.
Thea Prum: Still hanging on.
Thea Prum: The two amigos trail blazing.
Thea Prum: Tis the forest of gold.
Thea Prum: A mother and son moment under the sun.
Thea Prum: There's lots of wildfire smoke from this part of the wood.
Thea Prum: An eerie smoky forest on the other side.
Thea Prum: I see fiery red embers over there honey. Maybe we should high tail out of here?
Thea Prum: Life must be go on, forest fire be dam.
Thea Prum: Late Autumn colors is in the air.
Thea Prum: There's not much colors left in the woods.
Thea Prum: Dream of me in your sweet dream tonight.
Thea Prum: A shower of loving colors from a late Autumn maple.
Thea Prum: The late colors of Autumn.
Thea Prum: Early bloomer, late setter.
Thea Prum: Loving you to the end of your days.
Thea Prum: It's late Autumn time in New England.