Hokkaido, Japan; a stretch of frozen snow, hundreds of birds everywhere emitting high-pitched sounds. It seems like chaos. But then everything takes shape, the sounds become music and the movement becomes dance.
The mating ritual of Japanese cranes is pure poetry. Everything happens in a seemingly confused way, but you just have to stop and observe with a careful eye to understand that everything has a meaning and isolating that shape, that harmony, becomes the main purpose of the trip
In Japan, cranes, Tancho or Tsuru, are a national treasure, dear to the Japanese citizens as much as Mount Fuji or the sun shining on the flag.