My god it is cold...

Phew!

I just got back from a walk to the industrial area of the town.

If you haven't seen the film Let the Right One In, I suggest you do. If you have then, you know that bit at the beginning when the father is draining that dog walkers blood and he has him hanging upside down from a tree in a little wooded area with paths going through it? Yeah, well thats exactly the kind of areas I have just been walking through. Scary.

I decided to go for a walk because at about 4 oclock today, I blinked and it was suddenly dark outside. The clocks went back, and now it gets dark quite early and quite quickly. I realised that after having got back from SFI, I had spent all day on the internet reading people arguing on forums and watching videos on Jack's blog. ( http://video-thunder.blogspot.com/ go there AFTER you have finished reading mine...)

So off I ventured with my camera in my backpack and my hiking boots on.

The roads I walked were so quiet, a few cars every five minutes, no street lights, right next to train tracks with no fences leading to freight train yards and oil refineries.

Sundsvall's bay looks spectacular at night, and views of the paper factory/cloud generator, can be stunning.

I had to walk down the worst little road to serialkillersville by the edge of the water to get this one but it was worth it.

Sneaking around at night finding these places and having adventures is one of my favourite pastimes.

Its fun too, as long as you remember the 5 S's http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hLnkA-cH1Nw These work surprisingly well too in urban situations. However safety conscious some people are, walking their dogs while wearing hi-vis vests, on the pavement, I don't think anything is safer than moving around the neighbourhood without anyone realising you are there. And, I am aware that I don't live in Basra, but staying safe from the dangers of crackheads, drunks, policemen, hoodies, knife-crimers etc is, more than anything, about staying out of their sight.

Invisible photographer Jackson finds cement truck.

I am not too impressed with the image hosting services of this blog host, if anyone has any tips they would be great, and I know there is a thing called google, but bleh.

I will be incorporating flickr into this endeavour soon enough anyway.

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IN other news I passed my last swedish test and will be progressing to the highest stream at immigrant school. So expect tales of flunking and demotion soon.

The other day my teacher was laughing about how the Somalian guys in my class are going to be slipping all over the shop when the weather gets more serious, but I wasn't laughing, my area is mad hilly, and I am going to be the one on my bum crying. And also, the best one was when we were discussing seasons, and the somalian and nigerian dudes were saying they had 6 seasons or something hahaha six seasons, fugghetaboutit.

Oh yeah, and when I made the whole class laugh when I told them "jag har tolv barn", which translates as "I have twelve children" Hahahaha, and when questioned further by the teacher I revealed that one of them was 94 years old hahahahaha, my stars did we laugh, "what kind of child is that?! Hahaha" the teacher kept saying over and over.

Being back at school is funny.

Tea time, speak soon.