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 7/11
What time do you go to bed and wake up currently? “What time do you go to bed and wake up currently?” Bed? Jesus Christ, who has the luxury of “going to bed” these days? There’s no bedtime here, only the slow, spiraling descent into unconsciousness when the body finally gives out. Most nights I’m Read more
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Writing Prompt 7/10
What strategies do you use to increase comfort in your daily life? Comfort? Christ almighty. That word doesn’t mean a goddamn thing anymore, not in this screaming hellscape we’ve built. Comfort is a marketing scam, peddled by soft-handed bastards selling memory foam mattresses and Himalayan salt lamps while the rest of us choke down bad Read more
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Revisiting the March into the White Silence
We weren’t prepared for this. Not really. This was one of those early adventures the kind you launch into with more enthusiasm than sense. Oregon in winter is a strange beast. It looks soft and welcoming from the warmth of your car, but step out and the snow will eat you alive if you hesitate. Read more
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The Silent Conspiracy of Deer
I know I’ve shared this before. But this moment lives rent free in my mind. By the time we hit Whistler’s Bend, my boots felt like concrete and my brain like a TV stuck on static. Toketee Falls had left its roar echoing in my skull. Watson Falls hammered it in deeper. Hours of chasing Read more
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Explosions in the Sky and the Quiet Between
It’s the Fourth of July in the foul year of our Lord 2025, and the air feels thicker than it should, like you’re breathing someone else’s hangover. We spent the day down by the river, the kind of Oregon summer afternoon where the water feels just cold enough to shock the bad thoughts out of Read more
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Through the Lens, Through the Madness – Entry #4
Toketee Falls – “The Water Screams but Nobody Listens” They don’t warn you about the stairs. Everyone raves about the view, the basalt columns, the perfect blue bowl where the falls crash like a god’s own exhale. But nobody mentions the stairs, a hundred twisted wooden steps descending into damp insanity, slick with moss and Read more
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