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.
-
Devil’s Churn: A Lesson in Scale
There’s a moment, right before the ocean inhales, when the world holds its breath. Then it happens, the roar, the explosion of white fury, the Pacific trying to claw its way inland like it’s got unfinished business. That’s the Devil’s Churn for you, one of nature’s oldest tantrums, and somehow, still not done screaming. I Read more
-
The Night Cracked Open Like an Old God’s Eye
There I was, half-awake, half-frozen, leash in hand, waiting for the dogs to finish their nightly negotiations with the grass and the cold. The world around me was dead quiet, save for the crunch of leaves under paw and the faint wheeze of the wind sneaking through the trees. The kind of silence that feels Read more
-
How Do I Hope My Family Remembers Me?
Hell, I don’t want to be remembered as some saint in pressed slacks with polite stories and a framed photo gathering dust on a mantle. No. I want them to remember the chaos, the wild-eyed ramblings, the restless spirit that refused to sit still long enough for life to get boring. I hope they remember Read more
-
What Have You Been Working On?
What have you been working on? Christ, what haven’t I been working on? The camera’s been glued to my hand like a holy relic, and somewhere between the shutter clicks and the smell of damp Oregon earth, I decided to start writing it all down. The book, the madness, the miles, the ghosts that still Read more
-
The Wall, the Fire, and the Ghosts of Televised History
What major historical events do you remember? I remember the Challenger.. Not the details, not the names, just the explosion. A white bloom in the blue, a mushroom of disbelief hanging over a generation that still thought the future came with neon grids and synth music. I was a kid, staring at the TV, not Read more
-
43 Years in the Wild
It took me a few days to say anything because, truth be told, I’ve been chewing on the ghosts. October’s always been my month , the sweet spot of madness and magic. My birthday. Halloween. The smell of cold air and dying leaves, like nature’s own whiskey-soaked confetti. But there’s a weight to it now. Read more
Nerdy Viking Photography 