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Deferred Dream" A Docufilm By Anthony Alden





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ABOUT ANTHONY ALDEN

               Photographer Anthony Alden as a child. Photo taken by father the late Clifton Vines. Anthony Alden Vines, pen name Anthony Alden" is the youngest of ten children, eight boys and two girls.  He grew up in Toledo, Ohio a small Midwestern city located on the doorsteps of Detroit, MI. Anthony was blessed to have creative mentors all around him starting with his father the late photographer Clifton Vines.  Anthony was also mentored by seven brothers. The late Marvin Vines a national acclaimed fine artist and brother documentary photographer the late Thomas Vines set a standard of excellence for Anthony to reach for. "Mason" photo by Anthony Alden Anthonys Grandmother Ethel Washington was a concert pianist and Great  Grandfather Cornelius Edwards started Toledo, Ohio's first African American newspaper 1922 "The Toledo Observer."  In that same tradition Anthony launched Urban Flava Mag...
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BLACK THOUGHTS BY ANTHONY ALDEN "I was often told by people around me I would never change. I not only allowed those negative people to reside in my world but I allowed them to cast me into a picture of a man that I wasn't. They thought I wouldn't. They said I couldn't. They told me I shouldn't. So I did. Become all the man I could be."

"I have been journalizing my thoughts since my early teens. I don't think I would have survived if it wasn't for my camera, pen,  and paper. I thank God every day of my life for giving me this most precious gift, the ability to look inside my inner self and share my soul." "Picture My Word"  My Words, My Wisdom, My Life I dedicate to My Mom Elizabeth Vines RIP    When we lose loved ones to death it can often leave us at a loss for words as we try to reconcile the past. What we should have said, didn’t say cut slowly into our guilt. The loss often takes us back to happy times when innocence carried our hearts far away from the actual pain we try to push aside. I learned the other day an ex- died a tragic self-inflicted death. The finality of death fills me with uncertainty about where my mortal soul will rest. The nature of death can accidentally catch us by surprise like a ticking clock next to an hourglass.  When, where, and how d...
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