Weekend readers' pictures: Voyeurism

Emma Jane Richards: “I was walking past the pub, and through the smoked glass saw this guy finishing his pint. I couldn’t resist raising my camera – as you can see, he spotted me, too” Photograph: Emma Jane Richards

Julian Engelsman: “It felt somehow sneaky photographing these identity-less ­people absorbed in the act of photographing themselves in a station photo booth” Photograph: Julian Engelsman

Gary Robson: “I had walked under this peering face ­without noticing it and it wasn’t until I looked from a ­distance that I realised it was even there" Photograph: Gary Robson

David Harris: “What are they looking at? It turned out a lake was behind the fence” Photograph: David Harris

Angus Killean: "My girlfriend wouldn't let me take her picture before we went out, so I had to wait for an opportune moment" Photograph: Angus Killean

Pauline Richardson: "Sneaking a peak at the tannery in Fez, Morocco"   Photograph: Pauline Richardson

Paul Andrews: "I couldn't resist taking a shot of the witch and Harry Potter on the top deck of the number 73. But then I felt their stares and began wondering who was the voyeur - them or me?" Photograph: Paul Andrews

Max Wakefield: "Sitting at my desk in Bristol, trying to hammer out an essay, I saw this man enjoying roof-bound and sunny solitude a hundred yards or so away" Photograph: Max Wakefield

Ann Finn: "Walking into the deserted village square of Cléden-Cap-Sizun, Brittany, this old woman steadily watched my approach from behind twitching curtains until I was embarrassed to hold her gaze any longer. I then realised I had been duped by a superb candid photograph displayed on the door of a photographer's studio" Photograph: Ann Finn

Beth Cox: "While waiting for a train at Honor Oak Park station, I caught this fox watching me from the stairs leading away from the platform" Photograph: Beth Cox