This phonophoto's as fuzzy as my mind, which sometimes daydreams of designing a box of local crayons. Long ago I decided the green one would be the color of the shutters at Reynolda House. Yellow would match the ginkgo leaves that fall each autumn in the God's Acre in Old Salem. Brown would be the exact tawny shade of a Krispy Kreme doughnut fresh off the line. Blue would be that intense sky color that happens so often here - incredibly saturated but bright at the same time. Orange would be my Shell station, of course; that's a no-brainer.
(I haven't quite worked out the others yet.)