It's the weekend. Time to do the recycling. It was fascinating seeing the array of bottles that constitute a couple weeks of our collective lives; ages 51, 46, 15 and 11.
It's a nice shot, but a shame that the days are gone when we took our empty bottles back to the shop and got a refund. The bottles were then reused, rather than destroyed.
It's ironic that these days one has to buy a Coke imported from Mexico to get it made with sugar (instead of corn syrup) and in a reusable bottle. Sometimes progress really isn't.