Sunday afternoon, April 11, 2020, I sat at a red light across from the Sprinkmann Building on SW Washington Street in Peoria. How many times have I driven past this building?

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On this day, for whatever the reason, I saw the Sprinkmann Building differently. A quiet chuckle and an overt “oh my God" followed.

Not a soul in sight this Sunday afternoon. the Sprinkmann was photographed in the same way I photograph most things, pretty straight-forward. After I'd had my way with the Sprinkmann Building, and the adrenaline-fed excitement settled, I drove away thinking “What the hell just happened?”

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I've sometimes wondered if others see what

I see in my pictures. While it matters not to me, it remains a curiosity. Unexpectedly, one particular response took things to an entirely different level. An exhibition press release from the Foundry Gallery, Washington DC began this way: "Wilson's Sprinkmann Building has, somehow, the calm, authoritarian clownishness our great politicians aim for but don't achieve." Funny. I was more excited for the Sprinkmann Building than I was for myself yet, it’s nice to be noticed.