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My name is Johnny. I'm a storyteller based in Douglasville, Ga– just 15 minutes west of Atlanta. I do photography, videography, and writing. I'm passionate about telling the stories Non-Profits, Do Good companies, and Christian ministries.

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Wish I were at @thebridgebluffton this weekend!! But unfortunately I am not. But if you're in the Savannah/Hilton Head area, or anywhere in between, be sure to check it out!! #bridgechurch #bluffton #Savannah #hiltonhead #southcarolina
May we enter 2018 with our souls on fire: for the Lord, for life, for one another.
May we enter 2018 with our souls on fire: for the Lord, for life, for one another.
I miss the snow. Dreaming of a white Christmas.
I miss the snow. Dreaming of a white Christmas.
I dropped around 540 Dram into his accordion case as he played. He briefly made eye contact and nodded as a sign of gratitude. He kept playing. There were no words to confuse the meaning of the music. Pain. Anger. Sorrow. Lament. I'd heard the same s
I dropped around 540 Dram into his accordion case as he played. He briefly made eye contact and nodded as a sign of gratitude. He kept playing. There were no words to confuse the meaning of the music. Pain. Anger. Sorrow. Lament. I'd heard the same sound on countless street corners in Armenia. Not more than 30 minutes later I heard a man singing outside of a market. I asked our translator what he was singing about. He told me the man was singing about the genocide. Over 1.5 million murdered. Over 100 years of lament. The music goes on.
Definitely going to miss looking at Mt. Ararat every morning.
Definitely going to miss looking at Mt. Ararat every morning.
The words "Armenian" and "hospitality" are practically synonymous. Rose made sure @adtowler and I had plenty of peppers and apples for the road. She also made us some fried potatoes. She said next time we came by to just let ourse
The words "Armenian" and "hospitality" are practically synonymous. Rose made sure @adtowler and I had plenty of peppers and apples for the road. She also made us some fried potatoes. She said next time we came by to just let ourselves in. We've realized this is the norm here.
It's always a humbling experience shooting the portrait of an older person who has seen hard times and felt the hand of oppression. You can see all of the years of hard work and struggle in the wrinkles of their face and the scars on their hands. We
It's always a humbling experience shooting the portrait of an older person who has seen hard times and felt the hand of oppression. You can see all of the years of hard work and struggle in the wrinkles of their face and the scars on their hands. We gave this man some reading glasses and he read Scripture to us in Russian and Armenian.
“I started to read about other attempts to destroy national, religious and racial groups. Soon contemporary examples of Genocide followed, such as the slaughter of the Armenians. It became clear to me that the diversity of nations, religious gr
“I started to read about other attempts to destroy national, religious and racial groups. Soon contemporary examples of Genocide followed, such as the slaughter of the Armenians. It became clear to me that the diversity of nations, religious groups and races is essential to civilization because every one of these groups has a mission to fulfill and a contribution to make In terms of culture. To destroy these groups is to oppose the will of the Creator and to disturb the spiritual harmony of mankind. I had decided to become a lawyer and work for the outlawing of Genocide and for its prevention through the cooperation of nations. My mature years l have devoted to this work.” - Raphael Lemkin
Fall is my favorite season. Cool weather, warm bonfires, spooky stories, smokey whiskies, changing colors, and of course flannel. What's not to love?
Fall is my favorite season. Cool weather, warm bonfires, spooky stories, smokey whiskies, changing colors, and of course flannel. What's not to love?
Jesus.
Jesus.
Wish I were at @thebridgebluffton this weekend!! But unfortunately I am not. But if you're in the Savannah/Hilton Head area, or anywhere in between, be sure to check it out!! #bridgechurch #bluffton #Savannah #hiltonhead #southcarolina
May we enter 2018 with our souls on fire: for the Lord, for life, for one another. I miss the snow. Dreaming of a white Christmas. I dropped around 540 Dram into his accordion case as he played. He briefly made eye contact and nodded as a sign of gratitude. He kept playing. There were no words to confuse the meaning of the music. Pain. Anger. Sorrow. Lament. I'd heard the same s Definitely going to miss looking at Mt. Ararat every morning. The words "Armenian" and "hospitality" are practically synonymous. Rose made sure @adtowler and I had plenty of peppers and apples for the road. She also made us some fried potatoes. She said next time we came by to just let ourse It's always a humbling experience shooting the portrait of an older person who has seen hard times and felt the hand of oppression. You can see all of the years of hard work and struggle in the wrinkles of their face and the scars on their hands. We “I started to read about other attempts to destroy national, religious and racial groups. Soon contemporary examples of Genocide followed, such as the slaughter of the Armenians. It became clear to me that the diversity of nations, religious gr Fall is my favorite season. Cool weather, warm bonfires, spooky stories, smokey whiskies, changing colors, and of course flannel. What's not to love? Jesus.