The Art of Losing You


Every time I awake
in the basking sun
I lounge, look over,
and mourn your absence

The art of losing you
is a daily battle
reminds me of putting the milk bowl down
for the dog that died last month

I offer my morning to your warmth
but you are long gone
a fading memory


All images created by Fedora el Morro for

















Previously Unreleased

Aaaaand here is your picture of the day!

It is no secret that I have an enormous archive of unreleased images. Why? I take a lot of photos. Since Fedora’s Box is such a personal project to me, and a labor of love, the images I create for it often don’t get seen for years. And, even then, they are only available to members of Fedoras Box. I hope self-exploration and nude women do not offend you. I find the process of learning to love myself started with stripping away my preconceived notions of beauty and self. By stripping the makeup, the clothing, the pretense, I was free to explore the world with new, loving eyes.

(Photo of Fedora  by Isaac Suttell in LA, CA, USA)

This compelled me to photograph other women’s journeys of finding self-love and exploration. Thus, I have a treasure chest of naked ladies called Fedoras Box.

Here is an image I edited today of Rocket as part of a series I call, “Lady of the Trees”.

I love you. That is all.

Things are really coming together over here at and I could not be more excited. I feel like a little kid bouncing on the bed exclaiming, “I have so many friends you have to meet and things you have to see! Thanks for coming over! Want a beer?”

I have so much love for those folks that have been giving me their unbridled opinions of me, my work, my nakedness, my tattoos and “Dontcha know those things are permanent?!”. Truly, for the most part, there are those that come forth to tell me that I inspire them to be better (thanks Liz). Or that I have the eye (Thanks Anji). Or that my talent has no bounds (You are too sweet, Henry.)

How is a girl supposed to respond to that? I feel sort of speechless, but it would have to be an act of God for me to stop talking, sharing, observing, and participating.

I love you. That is all.

once, in a Ho-Jo in Redding, California....