By Edward M. Bury, APR, MA (aka The PRDude)
As noted in this post published on the next-to-last day of 2025, I have made the commitment to break away from the ordinary, seek out the unfamiliar, engage in something new. Or in other words, follow a different path, even if it’s a path I’ve been on before.
Okay, enough of my efforts to sort of wax poetic.
On the first day of February, after watching an enlightening CBS Sunday Morning episode and reading selected sections of the now diminished Chicago Tribune, I started my now 30-year-old Toyota Camry and drove 20 or so minutes south to a true treasure here in my home town of Chicago.
Below you will find images from my visit to the Garfield Park Conservatory, a more than century-old compound housing a dizzying and mesmerizing collection of things that grow. Strolling through the Conservatory can be equated in some respects to taking a trip around the world. In every exhibit, I found plants from every continent, well except for Antarctica. And, as an avid home gardener, I renewed my love of things that grow.
The venue was relatively crowded that Sunday, with families and couples enjoying the surroundings. Yet, I found plenty of places to stand alone, take it the beauty of the natural installations, and breathe in the warm, moist air.
What this experience also provided was temporary break from the highly troubling and disturbing things happening in my city, in my country, and in the world around me. The Garfield Park Conservatory, which I have visited in the past, is one of the aspects of Chicago that truly contributes to its position as a world-class metropolis. That day, it provided a place to rejuvenate.
Rest assured: There are many other iconic places in Chicago that are just a short ride or public transit commute away. I plan to continue my quest to shatter the mold of sameness and explore what’s out there. It’s a proven way to help cope with the growing madness these days.














