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.

  • Ten Falls to Madness: A Birthday Hike Through the Inferno

    Ten Falls to Madness: A Birthday Hike Through the Inferno

    It was supposed to be a birthday adventure, pure and simple. Sixteen years old, two teenagers fueled by bravado and granola bars, and me, the designated Sherpa hauling extra water bottles and a camera bag like some damned beast of burden. Silver Falls State Park… the great jewel of Oregon… the Trail of Ten Falls.… Read more

  • Writing Prompt 7/12

    What do you think gets better with age? Goddamn near everything worth living for gets better with age, assuming you survive long enough to feel it. Whiskey, for one. And not that bottom-shelf swill you guzzled in your twenties just to shut your brain up no, I’m talking about the good stuff: the kind that… Read more

  • 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

  • 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

  • Revisiting the March into the White Silence

    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

  • The Silent Conspiracy of Deer

    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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