These large windows belong to a section of the Albert Hall in Canberra. I have written about my experiences here before:

Standing outside, I could still smell a faint memory of those times. I took a couple of photos that mean something totally different to me than they mean to you.
That’s the thing about photography; each photo is a symbolic map, an aesthetic map, an artistic map that takes you to a place that only your eyes can see.

This world was not meant for camera lenses in the way that it was meant for eyes. With enough skill, enough technology, the right photographer can produce wonderful results, but there is an ease with which the gaze meets the visible world and wanders through it, an ease with which no technical solution can compete. I’ve known this before and I’m brought back to it now.

— Dougald Hine