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 9/9
What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you? A red flag? Odin help us, they’re everywhere if you’ve got the eyes to see them. The human parade is full of grotesque clowns in rented flesh suits, but the one trait that makes my stomach curdle is the permanent salesman grin. That slick,… Read more
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Mountains are Calling
Iron Mountain, Oregon. The road to the top felt like a back-alley deal between man and geology. Cracked asphalt bleeding into dirt, dust clouds rising like the ghost of every logger who ever cursed that mountain. By the time we got to the trail, my nerves were already jangling like a neon sign on its… Read more
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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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