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 Lens, Through the Madness – Entry #7
Coffin Mountain – “No Map, No Mercy” Coffin Mountain doesn’t sound like the kind of place you stumble into by accident. And yet… that’s exactly what we did. The map said Quartzville Road. The instincts said “Just a bit further.” The forest said nothing—just stood there watching like it knew something we didn’t. We were Read more
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Through the Lens, Through the Madness – Entry #6
Yaquina Head – “Birds, Fog, and the Ghost of the Sea” The ocean doesn’t care about you. Not in a poetic way—not in that “vast and beautiful indifference” kind of nonsense. I mean really doesn’t care. It would swallow you in an instant, spit your bones back onshore, and let the gulls pick through what’s Read more
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Through the Lens, Through the Madness – Entry #3
Clear Lake, Oregon – “Two Miles on a Bum Ankle and a Bad Idea” There’s a fine line between a family adventure and a wilderness disaster. At Clear Lake, I found it and stepped directly on it with the wrong goddamn foot. It started like any good misadventure: blue skies, cold air, and the illusion Read more
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Quartzville Creek, Ghost Bridge and Scum
Location: Somewhere off Quartzville Road, Oregon. Camera: Nikon D7500 | Shutter dragged to hell and back. Somewhere between goddamn civilization and the forgotten womb of the Cascades, we found it, the unnamed bridge, the ghost path, and the low thrum of water speaking in riddles. Quartzville Creek. Oregon’s secret artery, pumping cold clarity through moss Read more
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Mount Jefferson Revisited
By the time we reached the ridge near Coffin Mountain, the air had gone thin with silence, the kind of silence that makes you wonder if you’ve crossed some invisible line between the real world and whatever lies beyond it. Quartzville Creek had already worked its madness into our boots and bones. Mud on the Read more
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The Koi and the Rain
“Let it roll, baby, roll…” – The Doors Ashland, Oregon. A beautiful little town with Shakespeare in its veins and a peculiar kind of madness in its trees. It was supposed to be a calm day, an aimless stroll through Lithia Park with my wife. Just a camera, a quiet garden, and whatever spirits haunt Read more
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