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 7: Mitchell & the Painted Hills Walking on Mars
By the time we reached Mitchell, the road had stripped us down to raw nerves. It’s the kind of town that clings to the edges of survival with one hand and flips off the future with the other. Faded storefronts, locals who measure strangers with a look sharp enough to cut, and a stillness that… Read more
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Eight Years Together, Four Married
Eight years in this glorious madness with you, Rebecca. Four of them officially married, as if a piece of paper could ever capture what we’ve built. Love stitched together with equal parts chaos, laughter, and late-night survival. You’ve been the fire and the anchor, the one who dove headfirst into this circus with me. You… Read more
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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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