I was walking through the Jean Lafitte National Historical Park & Preserve and I’ve noticed when walking on trails in general that finding contrasts in nature can be quite difficult. In the fall and winter, you see seas of brown from fallen leaves and branches. Then in the spring and summer, it’s fields of green. Here I spotted a few leaves newly growing out of the side of an oak or cypress tree. What drew me to this image was the way the light falls on the leaves which helps draw the subject out from the background.

Originally published at http://davelrj.com on May 23, 2021.

Freedia looks up at a person passing by.

These shots offer a glimpse into normalcy post-pandemic. On our first trip to New Orleans since the start of the Covid lockdowns, we were invited to a crawfish boil at a friend’s house. With all attendees vaccinated, we ate together, laughed, and shared a year’s worth of pent-up stories.

Near the end, Freedia and Tesla were let loose. They then immediately proceeded to run up to party-goers receiving shameless pets and belly rubs from everyone they encountered.

I took these pictures while wandering around New York and walking along the High Line Park. It’s a pretty neat concept of repurposing an old elevated rail line into a walking space and allowing the natural overgrowth to reclaim a small portion of the city. You see some interesting views on the short mile and a half long walk.

Abandoned Headband. Taken with a Fujifilm X-T3. Photo: Da’Vel.

On a visit to a botanical garden, all throughout my walk I could hear children playing. Their laughs and cries of joy brought back memories of playgrounds gone by. Then I stumbled upon this headband a small story within itself. I’d like to imagine the owner didn’t even realize what was lost until half way on the car ride home.

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Originally published at http://davelrj.com on December 1, 2020.

Eagle Rock. Photo: Da’Vel

When you visit the rock formations of Scott’s Bluff and touch the stone you encounter a tangible since of the phrase Geologic time. The delicate features crumble at your finger tips and you begin to realize how the steady winds of the Nebraskan plains swept away the sandstone gradually over centuries. Still, it erodes the stone today.

Da'Vel Johnson

Da'Vel Johnson


NWS Meteorologist. Originally from New Orleans. I have a deep interest in data journalism, but I also enjoy photography, hiking, and staying active.