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.

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

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
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
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
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

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
