Water cascades from a rocky cliff to a pool below. Its path, bumpy and indeterminate, churns it to a nearly opaque foam, creating something comforting in its turbulence. Its flow is forceful – still, it is enticing to be surrounded by the soft roar of water against stone. Shinto practices of restoration have participants stand beneath a waterfall until its heavy, frigid stream has scoured away all impurities. In this spirit, Otaki cascades into pool after pool, a painterly rendition in glassy hues. It shows nature at its most unspoiled – and if we accept its welcome, we too may be renewed.