

Tennessee Sound Sites
Rewriting What Vacation Planning Means For Blind Communities
For millions of blind and visually impaired people, image descriptions — known as “alt text” — are how they experience the world online. But too often it fails them, offering cold, generic or sometimes even no descriptions at all.
To paint a vivid picture of the beauty of Tennessee for visually impaired travelers, we worked with world-renowned songwriters to create lyrical, sensory-driven photo descriptions.
Accessibility meets sensibility
Tennessee songwriters collaborated with blind communities and others, crafting authentic, lyrical descriptions for hundreds of Tennessee images.








Tennessee through the lyrics of iconic songwriters

The gentle Smoky Mountains smile on the valley serene and still,
A warm breeze welcomes springtime, goodbye winter chill,
Can’t you hear them calling? Always have, always will.

Tradition and songs on a Saturday night,
Shoulder to shoulder, hearts pound in the crowd,
The magic of music is alive in the house.

Floating over rows of lush green vines,
Grapes hanging down,
Side by side marching up a gently rising hill,
While the leaves on the trees rest silent and still.

The scent of pine and hemlock,
The spray of the mist touches your skin,
Carried on a waterfall wind,
Feel the rush of being so small,
Standing next to a waterfall.

Ringing down the black top and sidewalks of Beale,
The soul of BB King is present and real,
The songs seem to find you and know how you feel.

Cool condensation on the glass,
The taste of Tennessee summers in the tap room,
The marriage of hops and the barley in the mash.

The dawn drinking in a pink lemonade sky,
Waves of tree covered Mountain peaks like a wrinkled up blanket,
Mockingbirds sing to a sailor’s sunrise,
In my Tennessee mountain home,
Crickets are singing in the fields near by.

I wonder how far to the ground,
Drop a rock off the edge and then count the seconds,
Till it finally makes a sound.

From butter garlic pasta to Christy’s famous pie,
From Calabria Italy to Main Street, near the Square,
Welcome to the Alley, come in pull up a chair.

Remembering days of its glory,
It carried the man who lived in Graceland,
And drives us through Elvis’ story.

More than just a place the shiny new boot tourist goes,
It’s where the kid from Minnesota with a big ole dream to chase,
Is working on his best new Nashville twang,
On the street we call Broadway.

The electric tubes, Burn off the dust,
Roll the tape, Hit record,
Legends’ voices, Shook these doors,
The king sang here, The man in Black,
Sun Studio, Is where you’re at.

Progress Over Perfection
These enhanced alt text image descriptions are just one way TNvacation.com is becoming more accessible. Across this website, we're continually working to create rich experiences for as many people as possible.