The wing opens through a narrow corridor of board-formed concrete into a space where the ceiling lifts dramatically and the decks begin their cascade down the hillside, each level stepping further into the canopy like a series of landings on a staircase built for the sky. Where the restrained interior you just left held the landscape at arm's length behind glass, these cantilevered platforms thrust you bodily into it, and the shift feels less like walking through a doorway than crossing a philosophical line between observation and immersion. This is where the California modernist vocabulary speaks loudest along the Henry County border, where homes are permitted the acreage to let architecture breathe outward rather than upward, and the multiple deck planes exploit every degree of that freedom. The lowest platform, barely visible from here, hovers just above the grade where the land begins its descent, and it is precisely there that the next sequence of spaces finds its anchor.