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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Writing Prompt: What book are you reading right now?
What book are you reading right now? Gonzo Edition: Fueled by caffeine, chaos, and the ghost of Raoul Duke himself. Right now I’m neck-deep in Kingdom of Fear, a ragged gospel carved straight from the cracked skull of Hunter S. Thompson. It’s less a book and more a molotov cocktail stitched together with nicotine, paranoia, Read more
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Two years old.
Somewhere between the scattered pizza crusts, the Toy Story tablecloth, and the relentless clatter of tiny plastic toys, the boy turned two, a wild, unfiltered burst of toddler power that could bend reality if he ever figured out how to channel it. He sat there today, sauce on his face like a badge of honor, Read more
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The Heron Hunt: My Own Damned White Whale
There it is again, the long-legged bastard perched like some feathered aristocrat on a throne of tangled branches, staring off into the void as if the universe owed him back taxes. The Blue Heron. My Blue Heron. The one that has haunted my hikes, taunted my lenses, and slipped out of frame more times than Read more
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Lucky 13: Thirteen Years on the Digital Road
Thirteen years. A strange, uneven number too jagged to be poetic, too stubborn to be ignored. WordPress tossed me that little digital badge today like a bartender sliding over a whiskey I didn’t remember ordering. Thirteen years since you started this thing. Thirteen years since I first crawled into this corner of the internet trying Read more
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Writing Prompt: What does it mean to be a kid at heart?
What does it mean to be a kid at heart? Being a kid at heart means refusing to surrender the last tiny spark of madness the world has been trying to beat out of you since the moment you learned the word “responsibility.” It’s the deranged, wide-eyed conviction that there’s still magic hiding behind the Read more
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Halloween of Yesteryear
Halloween in the 80s and 90s was a glorious circus of chaos and sugar. A night when the suburban streets came alive under the orange glow of porch lights and the sound of cackling kids in plastic masks that smelled like melted crayons. It wasn’t about safety manuals or Pinterest-perfect costumes; it was raw, improvised Read more
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