I don’t miss many things about my former life working in an office, but I can emphatically say that I miss treat day. So I did something about it: I bribed my way in to my wife’s treat club, picked up donuts and coffee, and photographed the experience of visiting my first treat club in a little more than six years. We had a great time.

My wife was a little apprehensive that my treats wouldn’t be up to the high standards of her club, or that enthusiasm for the photo project wouldn’t be there. But (a.) I know my way around a treat club, my friends, and (b.) give a crowd a couple dozen pastries and a small keg of caffeine, and you’ll get yourself some enthusiasm. I’m happy to say that the shoot was a success. Witness:

Faxin' 'n' treatin' - oh yeah!

Many thanks to the Third Floor North Treat Club for graciously hosting. May your treats always be plentiful and hand crafted.

A fine example of a snack cave

Is there anything better (I’m talking food-wise here) than a neighborhood deli? Sure you’ve got your schmancy once-a-year places that stretch your palette and show you something amazing. You’ve got your exotic street foods, your bakeries and pubs. But in terms of an experience that grounds and comforts you, I’ll take a neighborhood deli any day.

Now I’ve definitely got a certain amount of loyalty to the Birchwood Cafe – it’s the neighborhood deli in my neighborhood, after all – but I’ve got to shout out to the Cheeky Monkey Deli in St. Paul too. Beautiful fresh bread. These amazingly airy homemade potato chips. Organic meats. It’s the good stuff.

Cheeky Monkey is my friend Sarah’s neighborhood neighborhood deli, so I called her up to see if she’d be interested in letting me take pictures of her with a meatloaf sandwich – one of the signature dishes at the deli. As it turns out, Sarah orders the meatloaf sammie every time she goes to Cheeky Monkey. Her husband Craig has traveled the menu, but not Sarah. And, as she told me, every time a meatloaf sandwich lands in front of her she makes this face:

and that’s one of the reasons she’s my friend. : )

Here are a few more photos from our lunchtime shoot. Thanks loads to the fine folks at Cheeky Monkey for their hospitality and for plating up such photogenic and delicious food. Hopefully we can collaborate again.

What’s your favorite neighborhood joint? I’d love to hear about it in the comments.

The magnificent Pot Roast Sandwich. Oh, the pickled onions. Ah, the horseradish sauce. . .

Last weekend I was one of the volunteer photographers at the City of Lakes Loppet, an amazing weekend-long celebration of cross country skiing – and of the great skiing terrain available here in Minneapolis.

I love cross country skiing. I got my first pair of skis when I was four or five, and every time I go out I remember shuffling around our yard, in love with the feeling of gliding over the snow.

Then, every time out, I get to the first hill and re-remember that cross country skiing is not easy. Especially if you’re going 38 km like the racers in the Loppet. It’s this combination of appreciation for the aesthetics of gliding, and the respect for the engine you’ve got to have as a racer, that made me realize last month that I’ve got to start photographing skiers. This is my first batch of images in a collection that will hopefully grow quite a bit over the next couple winter seasons. Enjoy!

In the Birkebeiner tradition

Didn't get a look at this beard after the race, but I know it was epic.

Skiers reserve their spot on the start line with their skis

Johanna Winters - women's freestyle 3rd place finisher - on the line

Poling away from the line

Two members of Team Fischer 15k in

Johanna Winters finishing strong

Here’s the full gallery for more race goodness.

2010 City of Lakes Loppet – Images by Chris Bohnhoff

Yesterday’s mail brought a copy of the February 2010 issue of Consumer Reports – I’ve got a photo in the Viewpoint column:

I know it’s a good day when I open the info for a shoot and see a word like ‘Lasermonks.’ How could that not be a fun assignment???

Turns out that Lasermonks is the business arm of a monastery in Southwest Wisconsin that sells (among many other things) toner cartridges. They kind of stumbled upon the toner business on their way to other ideas: in the process of exploring how the monastery would provide for itself, the monastery was producing a lot of research documents, Father Bernard McCoy went to place an order for more toner. He was flabbergasted by the markup on toner, and the Lasermonk idea was born.

I didn’t really know what to expect when I went to the shoot; it was my first visit to a monastery. But Father Bernard and Sarah Caniglia (the Business Development Manager aka “Monk Helper”) were extremely warm and welcoming. I had a preconception that the monastic life is austere and detached, but at least at Our Lady of Spring Bank, outside of the morning hours spent chanting and in other devotional activities, the brothers are encouraged to explore and develop their personal talents and gifts, and the economic necessity of covering the expenses of the community pretty much requires a certain connectedness to the larger world.

Many thanks to Sarah and Father Bernard for their time, for the Benevolence Biscuits Sarah sent home for my dog, and for the glimpse they provided of the Lasermonk life!

Here’s the original version of the image Consumer Reports selected, along with a couple more of my favorites from the shoot.

My wife Johanna gives me grief on a regular basis for not taking more pictures of our life. She gets incredulous about the fact that, on the one hand, I’m a professional photographer; on the other hand, I hardly ever document family events.

I don’t have much of a defense, and as of right now I’m going to make a half-resolution to be better about it. As a warm up, I’m delivering a couple photos of our breakfast.

Last month Johanna and our friend Carrie decided they needed to make marmalade. Which prompted Carrie’s husband Anders and me to decide that that would require scones – to provide something to put the marmalade on. Now, for the past month, our two households have been on a little bit of a scones race. Not a bad development at all.

Anyway, these are the most beautiful, fluffy scones I’ve ever made. So beautiful that they forced me to use the cooling period to document the occasion. Here’s to home cooking, Saturday morning deliciousness, and to pointing the camera back on my own life in ‘010.