The mist and the rain are very important features of Sakhalin weather.
All the time they change the warm sunny landscape in a cool and mysterious grey.
High mountain peaks were hidden by a white magic powder of the mist -
and this was the place we had to start our way to cape of Giant.
Everybody calls him different: a column or a stone tree, an elephant or a bear,
but when night comes from above the sky and it becomes dark all around,
he changes himself into a giant traveler, guarding his own land.
He is a shadow of history, left for us by hundreds of centuries.
I visit him every year and each time his only big fat leg becomes smaller and smaller
and may be one day he is going to fall down.
From the album "Sergey Emets. The paintings."