Steve Skafte
@steveskafte.bsky.social
Ardent explorer of misplaced memories. Uninterrupted daily journal since 2007. These are excerpts from the full posts on Instagram, Facebook, Patreon, and Substack.
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HOURS THAT LIE —— The best of adventure begins on the outskirts of civilization. This is how it started for most of us, running wild through the nearest forest or following a... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 18, 2025
Round Hill, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6582 of my daily journal.
November 18, 2025
Round Hill, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6582 of my daily journal.
November 21, 2025 at 10:04 PM
HOURS THAT LIE —— The best of adventure begins on the outskirts of civilization. This is how it started for most of us, running wild through the nearest forest or following a... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 18, 2025
Round Hill, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6582 of my daily journal.
November 18, 2025
Round Hill, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6582 of my daily journal.
KIND OF CAGE —— When I get the sense of life shifting faster than I'd like, it feels good to revisit somewhere slow to change. An abandoned vehicle disappears in no rush... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 18, 2025
Round Hill, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6582 of my daily journal.
November 18, 2025
Round Hill, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6582 of my daily journal.
November 21, 2025 at 10:03 PM
KIND OF CAGE —— When I get the sense of life shifting faster than I'd like, it feels good to revisit somewhere slow to change. An abandoned vehicle disappears in no rush... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 18, 2025
Round Hill, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6582 of my daily journal.
November 18, 2025
Round Hill, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6582 of my daily journal.
COLOURLESS —— I find a lot to love in days gone grey, but when they meet up with a wetter white, I'm somewhat less enthused. The well-loved wonder in winter is more a thing of... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 17, 2025
Hampton, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6581 of my daily journal.
November 17, 2025
Hampton, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6581 of my daily journal.
November 20, 2025 at 10:25 PM
COLOURLESS —— I find a lot to love in days gone grey, but when they meet up with a wetter white, I'm somewhat less enthused. The well-loved wonder in winter is more a thing of... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 17, 2025
Hampton, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6581 of my daily journal.
November 17, 2025
Hampton, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6581 of my daily journal.
CURIOUS QUIRK —— Steep embankments and abandoned transportation go well together. Anywhere an old road or overgrown field hangs over a stream hollow, look down and expect the... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 16, 2025
Woodville, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6580 of my daily journal.
November 16, 2025
Woodville, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6580 of my daily journal.
November 19, 2025 at 10:06 PM
CURIOUS QUIRK —— Steep embankments and abandoned transportation go well together. Anywhere an old road or overgrown field hangs over a stream hollow, look down and expect the... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 16, 2025
Woodville, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6580 of my daily journal.
November 16, 2025
Woodville, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6580 of my daily journal.
WITHIN THE REALM —— If there's anything my life is bound to be about, it's got to be loving the light — and when less of it remains, there's more for me to love. Every day has... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 16, 2025
Woodville, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6580 of my daily journal.
November 16, 2025
Woodville, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6580 of my daily journal.
November 18, 2025 at 10:12 PM
WITHIN THE REALM —— If there's anything my life is bound to be about, it's got to be loving the light — and when less of it remains, there's more for me to love. Every day has... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 16, 2025
Woodville, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6580 of my daily journal.
November 16, 2025
Woodville, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6580 of my daily journal.
OLD AUTUMN —— I think of the world most as a tangible place. Some see it in terms of spiritual experience, social interaction, or abstract notions all in their minds. But I... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 16, 2025
Woodville, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6580 of my daily journal.
November 16, 2025
Woodville, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6580 of my daily journal.
November 18, 2025 at 10:11 PM
OLD AUTUMN —— I think of the world most as a tangible place. Some see it in terms of spiritual experience, social interaction, or abstract notions all in their minds. But I... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 16, 2025
Woodville, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6580 of my daily journal.
November 16, 2025
Woodville, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6580 of my daily journal.
SHIFT IN TIME —— What exactly is so compelling about falling, crashing water that keeps humans coming back? For me, it's mostly how the roar can serve to overpower anything... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 15, 2025
Cherryfield, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6579 of my daily journal.
November 15, 2025
Cherryfield, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6579 of my daily journal.
November 17, 2025 at 10:10 PM
SHIFT IN TIME —— What exactly is so compelling about falling, crashing water that keeps humans coming back? For me, it's mostly how the roar can serve to overpower anything... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 15, 2025
Cherryfield, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6579 of my daily journal.
November 15, 2025
Cherryfield, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6579 of my daily journal.
CAGED DOVE
a third of my life has passed
since I last sat through a Sunday service
but maybe I was always on my way out
not running from faith, but falling for love
and the.. [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 15, 2025
Cherryfield, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6579 of my daily journal.
a third of my life has passed
since I last sat through a Sunday service
but maybe I was always on my way out
not running from faith, but falling for love
and the.. [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 15, 2025
Cherryfield, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6579 of my daily journal.
November 17, 2025 at 10:05 PM
CAGED DOVE
a third of my life has passed
since I last sat through a Sunday service
but maybe I was always on my way out
not running from faith, but falling for love
and the.. [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 15, 2025
Cherryfield, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6579 of my daily journal.
a third of my life has passed
since I last sat through a Sunday service
but maybe I was always on my way out
not running from faith, but falling for love
and the.. [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 15, 2025
Cherryfield, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6579 of my daily journal.
ENTER A LIMBO —— I first passed this way two decades ago, wandering back roads where asphalt turns to dirt. I visited a vacant homestead around the corner that disappear... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 12, 2025
Victoria Harbour, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6576 of my daily journal.
November 12, 2025
Victoria Harbour, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6576 of my daily journal.
November 14, 2025 at 10:23 PM
ENTER A LIMBO —— I first passed this way two decades ago, wandering back roads where asphalt turns to dirt. I visited a vacant homestead around the corner that disappear... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 12, 2025
Victoria Harbour, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6576 of my daily journal.
November 12, 2025
Victoria Harbour, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6576 of my daily journal.
I'LL BE BY THE END —— There's little I find more beautiful than a half-dead tree still living. It's a reminder that the latter is really all that matters. I've known a... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 12, 2025
Victoria Harbour, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6576 of my daily journal.
November 12, 2025
Victoria Harbour, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6576 of my daily journal.
November 14, 2025 at 10:22 PM
I'LL BE BY THE END —— There's little I find more beautiful than a half-dead tree still living. It's a reminder that the latter is really all that matters. I've known a... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 12, 2025
Victoria Harbour, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6576 of my daily journal.
November 12, 2025
Victoria Harbour, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6576 of my daily journal.
ALREADY HISTORY —— Around the middle of last century, when a lot of rural roads were being modernized, straightening sharp curves to boost speeds was typical. But on these sleep... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 11, 2025
Welsford, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6575 of my daily journal.
November 11, 2025
Welsford, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6575 of my daily journal.
November 13, 2025 at 10:15 PM
ALREADY HISTORY —— Around the middle of last century, when a lot of rural roads were being modernized, straightening sharp curves to boost speeds was typical. But on these sleep... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 11, 2025
Welsford, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6575 of my daily journal.
November 11, 2025
Welsford, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6575 of my daily journal.
END WOULD NEVER —— In a way, every year for me ends on November 11. That's because November 12, 2007 was the starting point of my uninterrupted daily journal. As I always say... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 11, 2025
Welsford, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6575 of my daily journal.
November 11, 2025
Welsford, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6575 of my daily journal.
November 13, 2025 at 10:14 PM
END WOULD NEVER —— In a way, every year for me ends on November 11. That's because November 12, 2007 was the starting point of my uninterrupted daily journal. As I always say... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 11, 2025
Welsford, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6575 of my daily journal.
November 11, 2025
Welsford, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6575 of my daily journal.
NOT USING IT —— I'll often know nothing about most of the sights I see. The nature of exploring is that those with answers are often dead or far away. This little shack was built... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 10, 2025
Perotte, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6574 of my daily journal.
November 10, 2025
Perotte, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6574 of my daily journal.
November 12, 2025 at 10:21 PM
NOT USING IT —— I'll often know nothing about most of the sights I see. The nature of exploring is that those with answers are often dead or far away. This little shack was built... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 10, 2025
Perotte, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6574 of my daily journal.
November 10, 2025
Perotte, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6574 of my daily journal.
STRANGER MIRROR
I am the blue bruise baby
I am the skinned knee kid
every time I feel like getting older
someone says: "didn't you just begin?"
I'm a born bonfire in the rain... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 10, 2025
Perotte, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6574 of my daily journal.
I am the blue bruise baby
I am the skinned knee kid
every time I feel like getting older
someone says: "didn't you just begin?"
I'm a born bonfire in the rain... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 10, 2025
Perotte, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6574 of my daily journal.
November 12, 2025 at 10:20 PM
STRANGER MIRROR
I am the blue bruise baby
I am the skinned knee kid
every time I feel like getting older
someone says: "didn't you just begin?"
I'm a born bonfire in the rain... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 10, 2025
Perotte, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6574 of my daily journal.
I am the blue bruise baby
I am the skinned knee kid
every time I feel like getting older
someone says: "didn't you just begin?"
I'm a born bonfire in the rain... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 10, 2025
Perotte, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6574 of my daily journal.
THE SECOND HALF —— This deep woods scene is typical of a thousand others in my homeland. You could follow a stream like Brown Brook on countless occasions, from here to... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 9, 2025
Aylesford Mountain, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6573 of my daily journal.
November 9, 2025
Aylesford Mountain, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6573 of my daily journal.
November 11, 2025 at 10:15 PM
THE SECOND HALF —— This deep woods scene is typical of a thousand others in my homeland. You could follow a stream like Brown Brook on countless occasions, from here to... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 9, 2025
Aylesford Mountain, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6573 of my daily journal.
November 9, 2025
Aylesford Mountain, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6573 of my daily journal.
USUAL WILD BOY —— Throughout my career, I've often been called morbid, as if it were an insightful and novel observation. Because so many tales I tell are adjacent to... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 9, 2025
Aylesford Mountain, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6573 of my daily journal.
November 9, 2025
Aylesford Mountain, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6573 of my daily journal.
November 11, 2025 at 10:14 PM
USUAL WILD BOY —— Throughout my career, I've often been called morbid, as if it were an insightful and novel observation. Because so many tales I tell are adjacent to... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 9, 2025
Aylesford Mountain, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6573 of my daily journal.
November 9, 2025
Aylesford Mountain, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6573 of my daily journal.
DEEPEST EMBERS —— It's been exactly one month since the last new hotspots cropped up in the West Dalhousie Wildfire. It's a desolate expanse of wasteland left, with no... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 8, 2025
West Dalhousie, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6572 of my daily journal.
November 8, 2025
West Dalhousie, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6572 of my daily journal.
November 10, 2025 at 10:06 PM
DEEPEST EMBERS —— It's been exactly one month since the last new hotspots cropped up in the West Dalhousie Wildfire. It's a desolate expanse of wasteland left, with no... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 8, 2025
West Dalhousie, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6572 of my daily journal.
November 8, 2025
West Dalhousie, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6572 of my daily journal.
WHAT FIRE TRIED —— There's something uneasy in the rainslick ebony of charred wood gone cold. It's the closest I've ever felt to walking through a cemetery in nature, which... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 8, 2025
West Dalhousie, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6572 of my daily journal.
November 8, 2025
West Dalhousie, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6572 of my daily journal.
November 10, 2025 at 10:04 PM
WHAT FIRE TRIED —— There's something uneasy in the rainslick ebony of charred wood gone cold. It's the closest I've ever felt to walking through a cemetery in nature, which... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 8, 2025
West Dalhousie, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6572 of my daily journal.
November 8, 2025
West Dalhousie, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6572 of my daily journal.
ENDLESS WAYS —— There's a prevalent lie that you can run out of things to say. But in a world where someone is always saying something new — speaking, singing, or writing... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 7, 2025
Granville Centre, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6571 of my daily journal.
November 7, 2025
Granville Centre, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6571 of my daily journal.
November 9, 2025 at 10:04 PM
ENDLESS WAYS —— There's a prevalent lie that you can run out of things to say. But in a world where someone is always saying something new — speaking, singing, or writing... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 7, 2025
Granville Centre, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6571 of my daily journal.
November 7, 2025
Granville Centre, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6571 of my daily journal.
NO QUALMS —— A drought can't end overnight. Even though the autumn rains eventually arrived, record lows in lakes and reservoirs are slow to rise and recover. On the upside... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 6, 2025
Graywood, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6570 of my daily journal.
November 6, 2025
Graywood, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6570 of my daily journal.
November 9, 2025 at 10:01 PM
NO QUALMS —— A drought can't end overnight. Even though the autumn rains eventually arrived, record lows in lakes and reservoirs are slow to rise and recover. On the upside... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 6, 2025
Graywood, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6570 of my daily journal.
November 6, 2025
Graywood, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6570 of my daily journal.
My yearly "Abandoned Nova Scotia" calendar always gets rave reviews! Makes a great gift, for you or someone else. $30 each plus shipping. Order direct from me at etsy.com/shop/SteveSkafte — or if you're in Annapolis County, send me a message to arrange free in-person pickup or delivery.
November 9, 2025 at 2:29 AM
My yearly "Abandoned Nova Scotia" calendar always gets rave reviews! Makes a great gift, for you or someone else. $30 each plus shipping. Order direct from me at etsy.com/shop/SteveSkafte — or if you're in Annapolis County, send me a message to arrange free in-person pickup or delivery.
FROM NOWHERE —— It's been almost a decade since I first stumbled into this secretive grove of trees. Hidden from the path, out of sight unless you wander off by chance. Nothing... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 6, 2025
Graywood, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6570 of my daily journal.
November 6, 2025
Graywood, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6570 of my daily journal.
November 8, 2025 at 10:06 PM
FROM NOWHERE —— It's been almost a decade since I first stumbled into this secretive grove of trees. Hidden from the path, out of sight unless you wander off by chance. Nothing... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 6, 2025
Graywood, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6570 of my daily journal.
November 6, 2025
Graywood, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6570 of my daily journal.
WHOSE PASSION —— Nothing brings me back like a calendar. It's a pretty strong suggestion for the final year of occupation. After all, who keeps one out of date? The nearby wood... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 6, 2025
Graywood, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6570 of my daily journal.
November 6, 2025
Graywood, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6570 of my daily journal.
November 8, 2025 at 10:05 PM
WHOSE PASSION —— Nothing brings me back like a calendar. It's a pretty strong suggestion for the final year of occupation. After all, who keeps one out of date? The nearby wood... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 6, 2025
Graywood, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6570 of my daily journal.
November 6, 2025
Graywood, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6570 of my daily journal.
I wrote this poem at the end of my twenties. Now I'm at the end of my thirties, and still feel it just as deeply now. From my 2017 poetry paperback: Gregarious Introvert. Grab yourself a signed copy here: etsy.com/shop/SteveSkafte
November 8, 2025 at 2:32 AM
I wrote this poem at the end of my twenties. Now I'm at the end of my thirties, and still feel it just as deeply now. From my 2017 poetry paperback: Gregarious Introvert. Grab yourself a signed copy here: etsy.com/shop/SteveSkafte
THE BENDS
ever since the wildfire
the smell of smoke
makes me nervous
and the forces of resistance
with their lights and sirens
I find somewhat more alarming
so I've been charm... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 5, 2025
Millville, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6569 of my daily journal.
ever since the wildfire
the smell of smoke
makes me nervous
and the forces of resistance
with their lights and sirens
I find somewhat more alarming
so I've been charm... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 5, 2025
Millville, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6569 of my daily journal.
November 7, 2025 at 10:03 PM
THE BENDS
ever since the wildfire
the smell of smoke
makes me nervous
and the forces of resistance
with their lights and sirens
I find somewhat more alarming
so I've been charm... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 5, 2025
Millville, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6569 of my daily journal.
ever since the wildfire
the smell of smoke
makes me nervous
and the forces of resistance
with their lights and sirens
I find somewhat more alarming
so I've been charm... [Read More: IG, FB, Patreon, Substack]
November 5, 2025
Millville, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6569 of my daily journal.