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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Old Man and the Sea
Sweet Odin, the ocean was in one of her moods that day, snarling and thrashing against the basalt like a drunk trying to pick a fight with God. Robert and I were there, chasing the usual madness, salt, wind, and shutter clicks. Trying to bottle a piece of the Oregon coast before it swallowed itself Read more
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Lighthouses, Wildlife, and the Long Road Back to the Pacific
(A Fear and Loathing Field Note from the Oregon Coast) We set out chasing mushrooms, simple enough. A clean, earthy pursuit for fools and romantics. But Oregon has a way of hijacking your plans, twisting them into something far stranger. The mushrooms were there, somewhere in the dark soil and fallen logs, but what found Read more
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Mushroom Kingdom Starts
There’s something about mushrooms that hits different when the rain starts whispering through the canopy. Like the forest is pulling the curtain back on its weirdest, most secret show. You crouch down, camera in hand, half expecting to hear a drumbeat or a hymn from another world. These little bastards rise from the moss like Read more
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Gonzo on the Edge of the Pacific
Change of plans, comrades. Maryhill will have to wait, the desert gods can rest easy for another month. The coast is calling now, and there’s no ignoring the roar of the Pacific when it starts clawing at the back of your skull. This weekend we’re turning the wheel west, chasing fog and salt and whatever Read more
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Blueprint
The beach is a strange cathedral. No stained glass, no hymns, just gray sand, raw wind, and the Pacific chewing at the edge of the world. Out here, the noise falls away and what’s left are the things that actually matter. My wife crouched in the grit, steadying our boy’s hands around the reel of Read more
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Fear and Loathing on the Columbia Bluffs
We’re setting the compass for the eastern edge of the Gorge this month, out where the wind gnaws at the basalt cliffs and the Columbia carves its eternal scar through the land. The plan is simple, deranged, and perfectly American: start at a fake Stonehenge built by a railroad baron who thought pouring concrete in Read more
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