The harvest, on a cold Sunday morning

It's been a while since I've done a rant about littering. Seems like that's reason enough to revisit the subject. If only because I feel better after venting ...
When you walk and pick up litter on a daily basis, you start to see patterns or cycles in this miserable business. Sunday morning seems to always result in the largest amount of stuff to be dealt with. Presume that's because of all those so&so's who have something like Saturday Night Fever and as a side-effect are prone to leave a trail of trash wherever they go. Perhaps it's bar hopping, perhaps just cruising here and there to avoid going home, who knows.
Whatever. Anyway, above is a typical assortment of what we come across while walking through our neighborhood and immediate surrounding areas for about an hour, covering a couple miles or so in the process. We do tend to walk a bit farther on Sunday mornings, but that's not enough to explain the larger quantity of litter. After MUCH observation, the Saturday night after-effect thing is unmistakeable.

Afterthought: When I was first getting religion about this business of fighting litter, the main motivator was wanting to keep the neighborhood from looking trashy. Yes, it was pretty much a bourgeois thing -- promoting respectability, responsible behavior and all that. Lately, another and more significant motivator has entered the picture. Specifically, seeing what eventually happens to all this plastic trash. A lot of it ends up going into the waterways, where it may very well snag in the underbrush and be part of the growing visual pollution problem one sees in previously "natural" areas. But a lot of it also keeps on going until it reaches the oceans and moves on the vast ocean currents. One horrendous result is the vast pool of plastic debris which has built up in the north central part of the Pacific. If you haven't seen news reports on this subject, here's one primer:
www.ecocycle.org/askeco-cycle/2005/1028.cfm