On a recent trip to Atlanta to shoot refugees for World Relief, I asked my host, Joshua, where I could get a good cup of coffee. He didn’t hesitate: “Refuge Coffee,” he said. I went, and loved it, so much so that I offered to take a few photographs. I loved the fact that the place was staffed by resettled refugees. If you ever find yourself in Atlanta, specifically Clarkston, get over there. Not only will you get a great cup of coffee, you might make a new friend or two.
