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.

This pile becomes…

these piles.

Tedium in the name of art.