I drove from Jackson Hole to Yellowstone in the late afternoon, passing through the Grand Tetons at dusk to whet my palate for the park. I pulled over frequently to admire the mountains golden glow, but didn’t dawdle. I wanted to arrive in Yellowstone before dark to dodge any elk or bison on the road. The first geysers I encountered were backlit, enchanting in their yellow haze and frothing like a witch’s cauldron.
My alarm goes off at 3:30 AM. I want to ignore it. It would be so easy to spend my first full day in Banff getting oriented, strolling through town, eating a slow brunch. But I am BEHR’s Color Explorer, on a quest to discover and capture inspiration, and Color Explorers do not go back to bed. I stir up powdered instant-coffee and drive an hour in the pitch black to the Moraine Lake parking lot. I’ve got a sunrise to catch.
New York City may not appear on many lists of the world’s most colorful places. It’s a concrete jungle, after all. When I told some friends that I was going to NYC for the second stop in my role as Color Explorer for BEHR, they couldn’t hide their skepticism. “What colorful things are you going to find in New York?” they asked with skepticism.