It's sad how our eyes pick out a potentially nice shot but the resulting image is somehow not the same.
I see this sight several times a week just before I turn onto the dirt road that leads home. My mind sees a big Texas ranchhouse framed by a couple of bent oak trees. On this occasion I had a Sigma compact camera with me, so I stopped to take the "shot of the month", ho ho. Here is the depth of my defeat before your very eyes:
As can be seen, the Ranch House shrunk to miniscule size - nothing to do with a 24mm lens on a 1.7 crop camera, of course not. Couldn't get closer - that's a pretty tough fence and trespassing in Texas is not a recommended activity. Couldn't step back much either, with a view to closing in the trunks and cropping in post. Greatly reluctant to actually stand on the recently "repaired" road (with dirt after a recent flood) while rednecks dust me with their pick-trucks en passant.
Not to mention that ugly power pole at left and wooden fence post slap dab in front of the House.
As General Patton said: "I shall return" with a longer lens and stand elsewhere . .