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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Tomorrow
The last hike of the year was never going to go quietly. That much was clear from the jump. Robert and I had a plan once, clean, sensible, written in imaginary ink that assumed the universe would cooperate. Then the rain came. And it didn’t just come—it moved in like an eviction notice from the… Read more
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Getting closer
The Blue Heron has been my white whale for a while now. Not the mythical kind, this one’s real, feathered, prehistoric-looking, and smart enough to know when a man with a camera is getting desperate. Then the text came in from Robert like a flare shot into the sky: There’s one down by the river… Read more
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Write Prompt: I hope they say I showed up.
Tell us one thing you hope people say about you. I hope they say I showed up. Not in some clean, Hallmark-approved, résumé-polished way. I’m talking about the ugly kind of showing up. The kind where you arrive late, a little bruised, half-lost, pockets full of bad decisions and good intentions, and you stay anyway.… Read more
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Sleep well, stranger
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
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Writing prompt: What could you do less of?
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
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SAUVIE ISLAND: THE LAST RIDE OF THE YEAR-LONG ODYSSEY
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
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