Sea Ranch, underneath the water. Sea Ranch, at the bottom of the sea.

I just got my Lomo pictures back from the weekend before Valentine's Day which we spent at the Sea Ranch (known historically as the weekend Ozzy walked by at least three piles of horse poop and DIDN'T roll in any of them. He's a darn good dog.). It really seems like ages ago; so many things have happened since then. Not the least of which is my newly acquired knitting expretise.



The moody weather made for excellent Uno-playing opportunities. And what's more fun than a brightly colored card game where your boyfriend and your dad can conspire to cheat just so the game will end and they can go about their business? I can't say as I blame them--it was a rather long game of Uno. And everyone knew it was only a matter of time before I decimated them with my mad Uno skills.