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: 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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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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