
Canterbury Gardens · Canterbury VIC · Melbourne
Garden Wedding · City: Melbourne · Venue: Canterbury Gardens
A chalkboard welcome on the front path, vows under a lattice arbour in the back garden and a first dance beneath a canopy of hanging eucalyptus. Ellen and Robert married at home with their people packed in close around them, then slipped away for an hour of low golden light among the old trees and flower beds of Canterbury Gardens in Melbourne’s inner east. By the time the festoon lights came on, the whole garden was dancing.









































































































































































































































































































Getting ready at home · Back-garden ceremony under a lattice arbour · Group photo from the balcony · Portraits at Canterbury Gardens · Verandah speeches · Dancing under festoon lights
Ellen and Robert married at home, and the day announced itself on the front path: a chalkboard sign wrapped in eucalyptus, welcoming everyone to the wedding of Robert and Ellen. Inside, we laid the rings on the floor where sun through a lace curtain threw a pattern of shadows around them. Robert stood in a white shirt by one window, then in his dark suit against an old leadlight bay window, coloured glass all around him. From an upstairs balcony we looked down on the back garden, with the lattice arbour and the little signing table waiting.
Ellen’s room was full of small, lovely things: a perfume bottle and earrings on a white dresser, orange and pink gerberas in a green jug against a lace curtain. Her gown was pale pink tulle scattered with tiny flowers, and her sandals peeked out from under it. A flower went into her hair, and she sat with her blush and white roses beside the window. Soft window light flatters a dress with texture, so we kept her side-on to the glass. A friend in cream lace joined her in the bay window, and an older loved one sat nearby with a baby.
The ceremony was in the back garden, with guests on white folding chairs across the brick courtyard and under the verandah. Robert waited at the lattice arbour, wrapped in greenery, grinning so widely he could barely keep still. When Ellen reached him he lit up all over again. We stood behind his shoulder for part of the vows, so the frame held her face and the edge of his, then moved round for his. The woman leading the ceremony held the microphone out for each of them in turn, and the dappled shade from the trees kept the light soft on their faces.
Robert signed with a grin and a flourish, and an older guest sat down at the little table to sign as well. Then Ellen and Robert walked back up the aisle between the chairs, hand in hand and laughing, while guests reached out to them. Ellen went straight into the arms of an older guest in a floral dress for a long hug. Home weddings are full of moments like this, because everyone is close enough to touch. We kept a longer lens at the edge of the crowd, so we could catch the hugs without stepping into them.
For the group photo we went back up to the balcony and shot down into the garden, so every face fitted between the trees, from the front row to the back fence. Height is the easiest fix for a big group in a small space. Then we worked through family groups beside the house, Ellen and Robert with loved ones of every age. While candles in glass jars were lit along the courtyard, Robert scooped up the baby, dummy in and braces on, and the two of them studied each other very seriously. Friends settled onto a rug among the plants with their drinks.
At twenty to six we slipped away to Canterbury Gardens for an hour of portraits while the guests settled in. The light was already low and gold, coming sideways through the old trees, so we put it behind them to light Ellen’s hair and the edges of her gown. Under one huge spreading tree, Robert knelt in the grass to gather her train, and she looked down laughing. We came back to the same tree for a kiss with the leaves glowing behind them. For Canterbury Gardens wedding photos, that late, low light is the thing to plan around.
Ellen took a moment on her own on the open lawn beneath a dark conifer, bouquet held low, the pink of her gown glowing against all that green. Then we walked them to where the path curves past beds of bright red flowers and let them kiss at the bend, small in a wide frame so the garden could show off. On a path under the trees they walked away from us hand in hand, and further along, with the sun breaking through the canopy behind them, they stopped and turned to face each other. Curving paths give you leading lines for free.
Back at home the reception began as the light faded. The speeches came from the verandah, an older guest reading from his notes into the microphone with Ellen beside him, glass in hand, while everyone below raised theirs and laughed. Another speaker followed and the cheers kept coming. Ellen and Robert stood together on the verandah with their drinks, taking it all in. Inside, pink roses and eucalyptus sat on a table against a curtain of fairy lights, and out on the lawn Ellen gathered her friends for a frame, all pale lace, florals and big smiles.
Their first dance happened under a canopy of hanging eucalyptus branches, with friends lined up along the lattice, phones out. An older couple danced with the baby held between them, and the cake came out, semi-naked with a peach rose. Festoon lights strung over the yard turned the whole back garden into a dance floor. One guest danced with a sprig of eucalyptus between her teeth, Ellen hugged a friend who was holding her bouquet, and we finished with the two of them under the festoon lights by the verandah: a quiet portrait at the end of a very full day.
Ellen and Robert married at home and came to Canterbury Gardens purely for portraits, leaving their guests behind with a drink. That made the gardens a breather in the middle of a very social day. With only an hour, we kept the walk simple: a loop from the big spreading trees on the lawns, past the brick cottage and the conifers, to the curving path by the flower beds and back along the shaded walks. Each spot sat a few steps from the last, so the hour went on portraits, not on walking.
The sun was already low when we arrived, slipping sideways between the trunks, and that set the plan for every frame. We kept it behind Ellen and Robert as often as we could, so her pale pink tulle and the edges of her roses lit up rather than flattening out. Under the canopy the light broke through in bright flares, which we saved for the kiss on the narrow path. Out on the open lawn their long shadows stretched across the grass, and a higher angle made those shadows part of the picture.
Ellen’s soft pink gown loved the deep greens here. A drooping conifer gave her a dark, feathery backdrop for her solo portraits, with red and yellow blooms along the path adding warmth. The red timber bench beside an ornate black lamp post made a sweet seated frame, and a shaded path lined with purple flowers gave us a walking shot with both of them looking back over their shoulders. When we wanted scale, we stepped away from an enormous spreading conifer and let them sit tiny beside its trunk.
If you marry at home, a nearby public garden like this gives you open lawns and big old trees that a backyard rarely can. Keep the gardens session to about an hour and set it for the end of the day, when the sun is low. Bring the bouquet, leave the bridal party with the guests and let us lead the walk. For a gown with a train, ask your partner to gather it on the lawns, as Robert did, because grass and fallen leaves love to cling to a long hem.