I used to have a strict definition of success, and it was narrow. Put another way, I knew exactly was failure was when I saw it. Now in design, which is really just life according to a intentionally executed plan, and in photography, which is really just an alter-ego for life, and am much less sure.
Success may be desirable, but failure is often more honest. This is not the photo I wanted to make. It was made for me. And as a representation of my family. I could see it as a failure, or as the truth.