Looks like the flagpole is trying to reach the clouds before the hills do.

The flag atop Parliament House fluttered confidently against the backdrop of endless green hills. It struck me how the sharp geometry of the building contrasted so starkly with the organic chaos of nature around it. Yet, somehow, they coexisted without argument—a silent truce between human ambition and the land it claims. The lake below shimmered like a secret whispered between the trees and sky. It was easy to forget here that cities are meant to be loud. Instead, it felt as though Canberra had been built not just to be lived in but to be admired from afar. Perhaps that’s why it feels so still, like a painting waiting for its first brushstroke of movement.