Bryce, like most National Parks, is designed for tourists. I incorporate nine of them into this image as they walk the trails and photograph the ancient hoodoos from close vantage points. This image tells the story of both Bryce and those who come to marvel at its geological splendors. The colors are unlike anything, anywhere. The figures are tiny, incongruously dwarfed by their surroundings. They do the things tourists do at Bryce, hike, talk, shoot, and shoot some more. There is an image everywhere you go at Bryce. And there are tourists everywhere you go, as well.