Mountains are calling & I must go! Let’s wander where the Wi-Fi is weak & the trails are steep.
Adventure awaits!
Jason Roberts is a photographer who threw himself back into the art like a man escaping a burning building. No plan, no roadmap, just a camera and a hunger for something real. Oregon is his stomping ground: mountains that bleed into the sky, rivers that rage like drunk gods, and ghost towns crumbling under the weight of time. That’s where his lens points, not at the polished, the staged, or the safe, but at the raw nerve of the world.
Roberts walked away from photography once, swallowed by the static of daily life, but he came back swinging. The camera became his weapon and salvation, a way to wrestle order from chaos and bring back proof that the wild is still out there kicking. Every shot is a field report: lightning storms stitched over the Three Sisters, deer skulls strung up in hunting camps, forests whispering secrets in the dark.
Through Nerdy Viking Photography, Roberts keeps driving down back roads, chasing storms, and crawling into the forgotten corners of the Pacific Northwest. His work is part survival note, part love letter, part battle cry. A reminder that beauty isn’t gentle, it’s feral, and you have to step off the map to find it.
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Writing Prompt #3 9/8
What brings a tear of joy to your eye? What brings a tear of joy to my eye? Christ, that’s the sort of question they ought to slap on the side of a whiskey bottle as a warning label. Because the answer never comes clean. It rips through your chest like a thunderclap at 3 Read more
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Writing Prompt #2 9/8
Why do you blog? Why do I blog? Because the walls are melting and the air tastes like static, and the only weapon I’ve got left is a typewriter wired to the veins. Blogging is not a hobby, it’s a survival mechanism in a world gone radioactive with noise and neon. Every post is a Read more
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Writing Prompt 9/8
If you had to give up one word that you use regularly, what would it be? If I had to give up one word, it’d be “fuck.” But let me tell you, yanking that word out of my vocabulary would be like tearing the brakes out of a runaway Cadillac, flooring it through the desert Read more
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Color of Whiskey
Caught red-muzzled in Cannon Beach suburbia, chewing some poor bastard’s landscaping like it was the last salad bar before the apocalypse. A golden apparition with fur the color of whiskey at sunset, staring dead into the lens with those wide outlaw eyes that say I’ll eat your flowers, your grass, and maybe your sanity while Read more
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Fear, Loathing, and Painted Dust: A Mad Run Through Oregon’s Forgotten Towns and Wounded Hills
New YouTube video drop! Shaniko—the ghost town that time abandoned but the desert wind still worships.Antelope—where cults and cowboys left scars that still itch in the dry air.Sisters—three volcanic giants staring down humanity like they know our endgame.The Pacific Crest Trail—an artery for lunatics and pilgrims dragging their bones north to nowhere.Painted Hills—like God spilled Read more
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Fear and Loathing in Sisters: The Thistle
We were somewhere around Sisters, Oregon, on the edge of the goddamn desert, a thistle was holding his ground. Purple spikes shimmering like radioactive fireworks, vibrating in the dry heat, and then the bee. Christ, the size of it. Black and yellow like a tiny outlaw in a fur coat, wings rattling like broken helicopter Read more
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