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.

I found him folded into the concrete like a forgotten footnote in the city’s operating system. One man, one blanket, one thin truce with the morning. Tucked beneath a bridge in Albany, Oregon, where the sunlight slices in sideways like it’s trespassing. The kind of light that doesn’t warm you, just exposes you. He was Read more

What could you do less of? What could I do less of? Hell, where do we begin on a question like that—what fresh lunacy do you want me to peel back first? Life is a buffet of bad habits and questionable instincts, and I’ve piled my plate like a drunk at a casino breakfast bar: Read more

There’s something dangerous about closing a chapter, especially one built out of 12 months of dirt roads, sleepless nights, shutter clicks, and the kind of Oregon backcountry hallucinations only too much caffeine and bad trail decisions can provoke. And now it all funnels toward one last destination: Sauvie Island, a place calm enough on the Read more

There’s a moment on every hike where reality tilts, just a little, where the forest stops being a collection of trees and starts feeling like some ancient organism breathing around you. That’s what happened when we stumbled on these little fungal outlaws rising out of the moss. A tiny family of mushrooms, huddled together like Read more

Do you have a favorite place you have visited? Where is it? “Do you have a favorite place you have visited? Where is it?” Jacksonville, Oregon… Written the only way it deserves: with one foot in memory, one foot in the present, and the whole damned story dipped in nostalgia and feral honesty. There’s a Read more
