Andrea Henderson
Stories (3/0)
KWEM
I am walking down the hallway on a tour of the campus of ASU Mid-South, a community college in Arkansas, when I notice display cases filled with black and white pictures. Intrigued, I look closer and see pictured of Elvis and Johnny Cash, along with several others I don't recognize, but are clearly musicians posing with their instruments. Curious, surprised, not understanding the connection to a community college, I ask about them. My tour guide's face lights up, follow me she says, Turning the corner i am surprised to see a full radio station behind a glass window, it's call letters displayed in neon, KWEM.
By Andrea Henderson3 years ago in Beat
The Dude Motel
Creativity is a funny, elusive thing. I had always considered myself a creative person, but I had no outlet for it, no creative product I could point to. I play the guitar badly, with no sense of rhythm, and singing was out with my inability to carry a tune. My drawing and painting skills never progressed beyond simple stick figures. But writing. I wanted to be a writer, yet when I tried to put pencil to paper no words would come forth. I would sit quietly, feeling the story, the feeling I wished to capture, but it remained elusively out of reach. I was consumed by fear and couldn't move forward.
By Andrea Henderson3 years ago in Photography