Failed intentions

I went searching for a wall, inspired by Barrioboy and Chaiselongue, who both posted such interesting ones yesterday. I thought I would find some striking bit of color and geometry, something I could stand close to, get perfect focus on, something visually arresting. What I found was this distant, decrepit wall, too far away for sharp focus hand-held. But I was drawn to this wall. It spoke to me of good intentions gone bad, of plans not realized, of failed ambitions and distorted perspectives. This wall was somehow a comfort with its complex shadows and its blasted bits. I know this is twisted, but somehow I see the wall as a meditation on how I have failed my children.