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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Through the Glass: Fear and Loathing at the Edge of the Garden
I was standing in the Chinese Garden, wrapped in that false serenity, staring out through carved wooden windows that felt more like portholes into another dimension. Inside: koi drifting like lazy hallucinations, red lanterns swaying in the breeze, the faint perfume of blossoms that didn’t belong to this century. Outside: Portland. Raw, twitching, stinking Portland.… Read more
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Fear and Loathing in Portland’s Chinatown
Sweet Odin, the stench hit first like some unholy cocktail of human waste, burnt espresso, and the sour tang of IPA foam rotting in the gutters. Portland was alive in the worst way, twitching like a junkie with a toothache. I wasn’t in the woods this time. No elk, no rivers, no quiet majesty of… Read more
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Writing Prompt 9/16
What’s your favorite word? Favorite word? Christ, what a trap of a question. Most people will say something like “serendipity” or “ephemeral” or some limp, Hallmark-card nonsense that makes them sound cultured at cocktail parties. Not me. I’ve spent too many nights in smoke-filled motels with the wallpaper peeling like sunburn, and too many mornings… Read more
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A Green Specter
Down in the still water at William L. Finley National Wildlife Refuge, I found this quiet soul, half hidden, half revealed. A frog, perfectly patient, resting in the muddy shallows like a keeper of secrets. The light caught its golden eye just right, reminding me how even the smallest corners of the wild carry their… Read more
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Black Horizon
The night cracked open above us, a black ocean sprayed with diamond shrapnel. Every star a witness, every constellation a jury foreman scribbling notes about mankind’s lunacy. Down on the horizon, the mountains cut their jagged oath against the sky, and the clouds glowed like the rim of a furnace, yellow fire. Or maybe just… Read more
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Carnival of Bad News
The world may be cracked and bleeding, a carnival of bad news and political sideshow barkers screaming themselves hoarse. But lift your eyes to the sky and you’ll see that none of it matters in the long run. Out here, under this cosmic riot of green and blue dust, the Milky Way is spilling its… Read more
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