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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Cold Reflections at Trillium Lake
There are places in Oregon that don’t just sit quietly on the map , they brood. They lurk. They wait. Trillium Lake is one of them. We hit the place on a gray morning heavy enough to make a grown man question his life decisions. The sky looked like wet concrete slapped across the horizon, Read more
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Into the White Static: Trillium Lake, Mount Hood & the Strange Trails of Castle Canyon
There are days when the universe behaves itself, and then there are days like this one. When the world tilts sideways just enough to let you slip between the cracks. A cold November run into the Mount Hood National Forest. Three destinations. Zero expectations. And the kind of wandering that feels half spiritual, half deranged. Read more
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A Grit-Soaked Wander Through Albany’s Underbelly
There are days when the town you live in turns on you, shows you a different face, a strange feral mask that hides beneath all the cozy small-town brochures and cheerful banners hung over First Avenue. Today was one of those days. I grabbed the camera, stepped into downtown Albany, Oregon, and followed the cracked Read more
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Writing Prompt: Beach or Mountains
Beach or mountains? Which do you prefer? Why? Beach or Mountains? The Eternal Question With No Clean Answer Filed from Somewhere Between the Trees and Whatever Ghosts Follow Me There’s an old, warped question people like to toss around at parties or in those strange pockets of silence on a long drive: Beach or mountains? Read more
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Next Stop: Trillium Lake, Where the Mountain Looms Like a Half-Remembered God
The next monthly pilgrimage is locked in, and this one feels like a slow burn toward some kind of cosmic showdown. Trillium Lake. Mount Hood. Oregon’s crown jewel rising like a cold-eyed titan above the pines, watching every poor wanderer who dares point a lens in its direction. Toward the end of the month we’ll Read more
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“DON’T PANIC.”
Two words spray-painted on a slab of decaying concrete, half-swallowed by ivy and Oregon damp. A warning, a prophecy, or maybe just the ramblings of some woodland philosopher with a twitchy finger on a can of black Krylon. Either way, it hits you like a roadside omen. One of those cryptic messages the universe coughs Read more
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