Return to the Nursery

Ah, the task of sorting….. takes me back to my toddler years.  We sorted by shape, by color, by type, by size- for hours.

Now I’m back to sorting.  It is a mindless activity for a 100-degree day.   The street sweepings I collected are becoming a pile of asphalt-covered gravel, a pile of uncoated gravel, a pile of crash glass, and some miscellaneous leaves, twigs, and dust which get returned to the earth.

asphalt and crash glass

This pile becomes…

sorted gravels and crash glass

these piles.

Tedium in the name of art.