A finish here is settled by two things: the material it has to live beside, and how many hours of direct sun the surface takes once it is finished.
Along the Euclid Avenue grid the bungalows run from the 1900s to the 1920s and many still carry their brick, porch piers, low garden walls, chimney stacks in a red weathered past any color chart. A stain mixed to sit under that brick reads as though the walk came with the house, which a pressed pattern beside the same piers does not. So those lots lean to a stain, a scored line at the spacing of the porch, or aggregate washed back to a stone that picks up the mortar.
Out in Ontario Ranch the houses are a decade old at most and the choice arrives narrowed: the builder handed over a palette, and a finish has to work inside those exterior colors. That suits integral color, dosed by the yard, landing on a number rather than a reaction. Sun is the other half of both answers. Summers here sit in the mid-90s for weeks, and it is ultraviolet on the sealer, not traffic, that ends most finishes, which is why the reseal date is on the paperwork before we go.