My White-Top Pitcher Plants Are Open for Business!

Bugs, beware! My white-top pitcher plant, Sarracenia leucophylla, has sent up its flush of autumn traps. The two largest traps are open, and they are spectacular. And, I might add, with the weather warming up these past couple of days, they have been doing business. I was there just in time to witness the first

hornet fall prey to one of the newly opened leaves. It landed on the lid, poked around for a bit, then promptly dropped straight down into the tube and wedged hopelessly at the very bottom. Today, with the sun backlighting the leaves, I could see the shadows of more insects, some struggling to get out. It was a rather grim drama playing out under the bright sunshine, but I’m no fan of yellow jackets, and I find it hard to feel much pity for insects that have been known to land on me and sting me just for the apparent mean-spirited hell of it.

Anyway, the two newly opened leaves look stunning, and four more are in various stages of development. I thought I’d share a photo with you; click on the image to enlarge it. You’ll find more shots of the white-top and other North American pitcher plants in the Wildflowers & Outdoors section of my Photos page.

The Quintessential Encounter: Four Transformative Days in the Ozarks for Business Professionals

If you’re a business owner or executive, this post is for you. It’s admittedly a tangent from my normal focus on jazz saxophone and storm chasing, but I’ve a hunch that a few of you may benefit from the digression.

This is to notify you of The Quintessential Encounter–a four-day retreat at an award-winning lodge in the heart of the Ozark Mountains that can help you set, and equip you to attain, your professional and life goals.

Sounds pretty addy for a blog, eh? Well, as I’ve said, this is a departure from my usual style, and in fact it’s the first time I’ve ever pushed a non-weather, non-music related event on Stormhorn.com. But the person who is organizing The Quintessential Encounter, executive life coach and mediation/negotiation specialist Lorraine King-Markum, is a close personal friend of mine. I know her vision, I know her capabilities, and I know the quality of experience she intends to deliver. The woman is incredible, and I can say with confidence that if you’re among the twelve lucky people who will participate in this retreat, which is scheduled for May 25-28, 2010, you will find that it truly lives up to the description, “life-defining.”

It will also very likely be the most enjoyable developmental experience in your career. I’ve visited the Big Cedar Lodge, and it is sublime. Lorraine is going to great pains to provide a beautiful and relaxing environment for a very different kind of business retreat–one that serves you rather than the promoters; one that will invigorate and inspire you rather than leave you feeling brain-dead after eight hours of mind-numbing presentations.

In Lorraine’s words, “The age of ‘market them to death’ while they are exhausted and impressionable is over!”

Whether you’re a beginner or seasoned business veteran, this transformational event is going to give you easy-to-follow blueprints for unlocking the lifestyle and business success you’ve been striving for. You will be mentored through the revolutionary new CRAFT coaching system, which provides real life applications.

Your registration fee includes:

* three nights at the award-winning Big Cedar Lodge from Tuesday evening, May 25th to Friday, May 28th

* a welcome party

* two meals a day plus snacks

* all experiential exercises

* workbook

* coaching sessions

* making a product to sell online

* all facilities at Big Cedar

There you have it. For more information or to make a reservation, visit the website or email Lorraine at lorraine@kingleadership.com.

Grasshopper Passion

So here I am, caught on the twin-horned dilemma of no storms to chase and no gigs to play. But you, my faithful readers, are longing for a word from Stormhorn.com, and I feel my responsibility toward you weighing heavily upon me. What can I offer you?

Grasshopper passion.

A few weeks ago, back in September, I took a hike at a nature park in nearby Ada, Michigan. Evidently, early fall is the season of love for grasshoppers, a time during which they become the Woodstock generation of the insect world, and in numerous places all along the trail, hoppers were locked in shocking, shameless public displays of unbridled lust.

Somehow, though, I found it hard to take offense. Probably my moral sensitivity has become dulled by Hollywood and advertising. Then again, grasshopper passion just isn’t all that passionate. By way of example, I submit the following photo of a couple locked in the throes of ecstasy. Click the image to enlarge it, though why you would want to do so is beyond me.

I have to say, judging by the looks on their faces, that this pair doesn’t seem particularly excited. In fact, they don’t even appear to be awake. When your brain is the size of an ant booger, situational awareness just isn’t going to be one of your key strengths.

I took a number of shots of these two hoppers, and they all look the same. I can testify that what you see here is as heated as it gets. A minute later, neither of my subjects had moved a solitary grasshopper muscle. It’s as if having sex had turned them to stone. Having better things to do than wait for them to finish their sordid business (Him: “So…was it good for you?” Her: “Was what good for me?” Him: “I’m not sure.”), I moved on.

Taken altogether, insect porn is pretty G-rated stuff, on a par with watching Kermit the Frog eat oatmeal. Parents, no need to shield your children’s eyes. The only trauma they’re likely to experience is boredom.

Stormhorn Blog is Back Up and Running

Lately, due to life’s fast pace, I haven’t kept a close track of the Stormhorn blog. So I was unaware, until my buddy Kurt Hulst informed me of it, that folks have been unable to link to my blogsite.

This is to let you know that the problem has been fixed, thanks to my lovely computer tech girlfriend, Lisa, who instantly and correctly suggested that a corrupt plug-in was the culprit.

Stay tuned–I’ll be posting content of greater interest this weekend. For now, this is just a heads-up that Stormhorn is back (just in case ya missed me).

Lightning over Lake Michigan

The storm system that has been in the models for the past week produced a fast-moving squall line that blew from Wisconsin across Lake Michigan. Kurt Hulst and I were there on the shore just north of Holland, Michigan, to catch the action.

Kurt is a great lightning photographer. Look for his photos of last night’s storm on his blog.

As for me, I’m a neophyte when it comes to lightning. Shooting at night, the problem I encounter is focus. Unfortunately, most of my shots were too blurred to crop, and since I was shooting wide angle, cropping is essential. However, a couple shots didn’t turn out too badly. The one shown here is the best of the lot. Click on it to enlarge it.

Photo of the Kids

I just finished taking photos of the “kids”–my collection of carnivorous plants. They’re mostly North American pitcher plants, but I do have a very prolific population of Venus flytraps as well. The things reproduce like crazy. Not only are the seeds majorly fertile, but the corms love to divide. Start with one flytrap and in a couple years you’ll have a flytrap village.

Anyway, I have yet to process the rest of the photos to place in my gallery, but I thought I’d give you a little preview. The flytraps have been snarfing down bugs like M&M chocolate covered peanuts, so forgive the fly and hornet exoskeletons. My kids are not very good about brushing their teeth.

Pitcher Plants on the Balcony

It’s getting toward that time of year when I’ll be taking the kids indoors. During the warm months, as far as I’m concerned, they can stay outside all night long, and they do. Pretty soon, though, the nights will get frosty and the kids will get cold. Does that mean I’ll let them in? Heck no. Not right away, anyway. They can darn well stay outside, and without a stitch of clothes on, at that. I’m not about to pamper them. The cold air will do them good before I finally take them inside and shut them in the refrigerator for three months.

Before you report me for child abuse, let me explain that “the kids” are my carnivorous plants, which I keep out on the balcony at my apartment. Presently they are flourishing, still sending up new trap leaves in mid-September. But my white-top pitcher plant, Sarracenia leucophylla, is in the process of rapidly producing its  fall flush of traps, a sure sign that autumn’s triggering mechanism is bringing changes to my little collection. Waning daylight and plummeting temperatures will soon signal the kids to go into hibernation, at which point I will take them out of their pots, wrap them in sphagnum moss, dust them with sulfur, and stick them in the frig for their mandatory rest period.

There will be more of them in the refrigerator this year. The family has grown. Besides several potfuls of Venus flytraps, I now own all eight species of United States pitcher plants. Now I’m working on adding variations, beginning with the addition of Sarracenia rubra var. wherryii, S. flava var. cuprea, and the “maroon throat” variation of S. alata. I’d love at some point to add the rare S. rubra var. jonesii to the collection, but that may be tricky. The variety is cultivated and sold by at least one reputable dealer, but interstate transport may be a problem. Collection from the wild is, of course, out of the question; besides being illegal, the poaching of a rare and endangered species is flat-out reprehensible.

But I digress. Right now, as I was saying, the kids are out on the balcony and loving this warm, moist, misty September weather. My oreophila put out its phyllodia months ago, so it’s got a head-start on hibernation. The rest are, as I have said, still cranking out leaves that seem to be getting only more robust. And I’m really looking forward to the fall show of the leucophylla, which is easily the gaudiest of the Sarracenias.

Yeah, I know–you want pictures. Okay, I’ll post some. But not now. Give me a few days, then look in my photos section under the wildflowers tab. Right now, I just wanted to offer you a diversion from jazz and weather. After all, there’s more to life, and certainly more to my life, which seems to be marked by quirky interests. I’d say the kids qualify for “quirky,” wouldn’t you?

Crystal Ball Gazing with the GFS

Yesterday’s trough passed through pretty much as expected, without a whole lot of fanfare and certainly not with anything tornadic. So the question is, what lies ahead? Anything?

Maybe.

At least we’re not locking in under another ridge. Today is the first day of autumn, the weather patterns are changing, and the GFS and ECMWF seem to agree on a 500 mb trough affecting the Midwest over the next several days. And yeah, yeah, I know it’s just reading tea leaves, but here are a couple 132-hour GFS maps for next Sunday at 00Z. At the risk of stating the obvious, click on the images to enlarge them. The first shows sea level pressure (shaded), surface wind barbs, and 500 mb height contours.

The second map shows 500 mb winds (shaded) with wind barbs, and 300 mb wind contours.

The big question mark may be moisture. But this far out, it’ll be nice if that even matters by the time Sunday arrives. This time of year, living in the Great Lakes, the best one can do is hope. But there’s nothing wrong with hoping.

Sitting in with the Local Musicians

It’s always a pleasure to sit in with local musicians. In Suttons Bay, Michigan, I got a chance to blow with some very, er, unusual cats. Talk about jazz being an art form.

I had played a fun gig in Leelanau the previous evening just north of Cedar with the Rhythm Section Jazz Band. Lisa came with me, with the idea that we’d overnight in Traverse City and then take in a bit of northern Michigan. There’s no more beautiful place than the Leelanau peninsula in the fall, and we took our time driving through the area, up the east coast along Grand Traverse Bay to Leelanau State Park and the Grand Traverse Lighthouse, then down the shoreline of Lake Michigan to Sleeping Bear.

Stopping in the artsy-craftsy town of Suttons Bay, we had gotten some coffee and were heading back to the car when I happened to spot a jam session taking place outside a shop. Strangely, though, not a note was being played. As you can see, the band was in fact a group of stylized jazz musicians made

out of metal and set out on the lawn. Whatever the tune was that they were playing, they seemed to be really getting into  it, but something was missing. Ya can’t have a jazz band without a sax player, ya know!

Naturally, I volunteered my services, and we went at it. Lisa caught our little ensemble with her camera. Hope you enjoy the pics!

Once There Were Trains

For many years, it has been my habit to practice my saxophone in my car. Living in an apartment and not wishing to bother my neighbors has forced me to find alternatives for my woodshedding, and my vehicle has served me well in that regard. In fact, I like it so well that if I ever do get around to buying a house, I will probably continue to practice in my car.

Since I love trains, my habit has been to park along a railroad track that stretches between Grand Rapids and Lansing. It has always been a fairly active route, and most days I’ve been able to count on seeing at least one train, and usually two or more, go by while I’m playing my horn.

Until recently. What has happened to the trains? Lately I haven’t seen a one. Really. Not in days. I just returned a while ago from one of my practice spots by the railroad crossing near Alto, and I didn’t get so much as a flicker on the semaphore lights.

This economy has hit a lot of folks pretty hard here in Michigan. I’ve got to believe that the collapse of the auto industry has had a dramatic impact on railroad transport. What I can say for sure is, the trains are no longer rolling along my favorite tracks the way they’ve done for so many years. I hope it’s just a temporary lull, and that railroad traffic will pick up again over time. Practice is still good, and I love being out in the countryside by the tracks, working my sax over and watching the sun set over the woods and the fields of alfalfa, corn, and soybean. But something’s missing. It just isn’t the same without the trains.