The Company of Swans

This beautiful record, on fine paper, is Crumley's homage to these noble creatures, but it is also an elegy, a love song to one swan whose silent tragedy he watched from one season to the next.

‘A small mound on white feathers lies on a tussock of grass made grey by a Highland winter. It is all the monument there will ever be to the life of a swan.’

With these words, and those that follow, Jim Crumley has ensured that there will be a more enduring witness to the life of this swan, and of all ...