Amid the purple moors,
Where Mark and Aa flow together,
There lies celebrated by all times
Our own city, our proud Breda.
Breda ahead! The bells are ringing.
Breda, thou remains the most beautiful city of the South!
This is the sound of the first verse of Breda's city song, chosen in 1991....
Inspired by this anthem, this early morning in early August I visited the purple heath, south of the Mastbos in Breda. The Galderse Heide is beautiful, somewhat hidden between the trees.
The rising sun through the branches of the trees gives a beautiful radiant effect. The warm light caresses, as it were, the heather in the foreground, while in the distance patches of fog still wave over the field.
It gives a magical view of this sung about piece of Breda.
What started out as travel photography in the 1990s grew into a hobby that got out of hand. Photography became a daily activity. Colour negative became slide, complemented by a fascination for black and white photography. I converted the Kodak T-Max, Tri-X and Ilford negation films in my.. Read more…