I expect all habitual photographers are the same, in this respect: there are certain potential photographs that you have seen and liked, and continue to see and like every time you go past, and yet have never yet got around to making. Partly because it's never the right time or the right light, or you never have the right camera or lens, but mainly because you only ever remember them when you happen to be in that particular spot.
This is a classic example. I pass its location less often these days, and rarely with a suitable camera, but any time I do, I think: must remember to do that one, one of these days. Last week, I happened to be in the right place with the right camera, but the light was awful. Nevertheless, there it is: a dull facade transformed by a bit of imagination (artist Ray Smith's, in this case). I may get a better shot at it, another time, I may not. At least now I know where (and on what) to stand.