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