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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Part 6: John Day River & Fossil Country
After the paranoia of Antelope and the lingering cult shadows of Rajneeshpuram, the road uncoiled and spit us into the ancient artery of the John Day River, a wild, winding scar through Oregon’s high desert. The water here doesn’t trickle politely through farmland; it carves. It gnaws. It wears down the earth grain by grain Read more
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Part 5: Rajneeshpuram & Clarion The Cult’s Ghost Still Breathes
There are places on this earth where history doesn’t die, it festers. Rajneeshpuram is one of those places. You can feel it before you even see it: the dust, the silence, the sense that the land itself remembers things you shouldn’t. Back in the 1980s, this valley was the pulsing red heart of madness. Bhagwan Read more
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A Relic
Shaniko, Oregon….. The ghost town dressed up like a bad dream on the high desert plains. The sky was a fever, boiling over with clouds that looked like the wrath of some forgotten god, and down below sat this rusted beast of a truck. A relic. A monument to grit and gasoline, long past its Read more
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Lost Toy
Christ, Antelope, Oregon population: ghosts, weeds, and the echoes of busted dreams. The kind of place where the wind whistles through abandoned fences like a junkie playing a broken flute. You walk down the cracked asphalt and stumble on this thing, a child’s toy. Plastic. Bright colors that mock the dust. A blue-and-yellow front loader Read more
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Part 4: Antelope, Where the Silence Watches You
If Shaniko was a ghost town with a grin, Antelope is its evil twin, a town that doesn’t just look dead, it feels wrong. The moment we rolled in, the air tightened. Streets empty. Windows shuttered. Two people moved through town the entire time we were there, and they weren’t strolling, they were lurking. We Read more
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A Letter to My Future Self
What would I write in a letter to my future self? A Letter to My Future Self (Somewhere down the road, Odin help us all) Listen, you wretched bastard. If you’re reading this, it means the wheels haven’t completely fallen off yet. Good. That’s progress. I can only assume you’re older, uglier, maybe softer around Read more
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