Pebbles lives among the pebbles, as underground garage tunnelled into the steep hillside from the access street at the north-east. It was too steep to build a road to the top of the ridge from where one looks up and down and across the Okanagan Valley and -Lake, so this was the only option. Pebbles is also home to a wine room, kept at the temperature of the earth surrounding it, a foyer, and the geothermal heat pump.
Hiking up the stairs between concrete wall, on steps made of rusty steel plate, the ambience changes with a bang arriving in the glass box of Fred, the father of the family who would like so much to be its head. With glass all four sides he had to resort to a box-in-a-box for coats, powder room and pantry. The rest is an open volume containing living, kitchen and dining functions. Fred is supported on steel posts and is covered with structural insulated panels(SIP's). A porch runs around him, black external shades protect him from too much sun, white interior shades give privacy and good light on those long winter nights.
Wilma is the mother. She is partially buried in the hillside and keeps her family warm under a grass roof when they come for comfort at night, to watch a movie in the media room on a snowy day, or work in the studio. She wears a dress of rusty 10-gauge steel plate that has been rubbed with boiled linseed oil to bring out its bronze like colour and varied patterns. She liked it so much that she made one for Pebbles, who wears it as swing-out garage doors.