I once spent an afternoon walking along Victorian terraced streets in Cambridge photographing windows.  I was intrigued by the way something a fragile as a pane of glass could so definitively and effectively separate public and private spaces.  It reflects the fact that as a society we both respect property and are very largely law abiding.  We obey the flimsiest, often almost notional, indicators of boundaries: traffic cones, white lines on roads, lines of tape flapping in the breeze, fences that would give way at a push or might be easily scaled.  Politicians are keen on red lines and lines in the sand, but these are often neither definitive nor effective.

Photo: Brighton promenade, July 2011

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