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 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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Part 3: Shaniko, The Ghost Town With a Smile
You don’t stumble into Shaniko by accident. The road coils you tighter and tighter into the high desert until the air itself starts to taste like rust and dust. Then suddenly, there it is. A ghost town frozen in time, sitting under the sun like a forgotten prop from a Western that never got filmed.… Read more
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Writing Prompt 8/23
What do you enjoy most about writing? The savage beauty of writing is that it’s the only legal way left to detonate your own brain in public without the fire department showing up. That’s the raw truth. I sit down with a coffee mug full of black sludge or whiskey if the gods are in… Read more
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Part 2: Sisters & Cline Falls
The highway twists through the pines and spits you out into Sisters, a town that looks like a movie set designed by people who never got the Old West out of their blood. Wooden storefronts, cowboy kitsch, a thin veneer of authenticity stretched over espresso machines and boutique soap shops. It’s a strange place, a… Read more
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Part 1: Sherman Campground & the Birth of the Metolius
The trip didn’t start with ghost towns or cult whispers, it started with a river that bursts straight out of the earth. A random stop on the way to Shaniko, nothing planned, just a detour that pulled us in. Sherman Campground and the Head of the Metolius River, quiet on the surface, but buzzing underneath… Read more
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