
Glen Erin at Lancefield · Lancefield VIC · Melbourne
Mountain Wedding · Winery & Vineyard Wedding · Region: VIC - Macedon Ranges · City: Melbourne · Venue: Glen Erin at Lancefield
Ivory satin at a tall homestead window, a green arch above the vines and a veil that took off in the breeze out on the lake jetty. This Glen Erin at Lancefield wedding kept everything on one Macedon Ranges property, from the bride’s bedroom to a reception under a draped pink and white ceiling. We loved the high kicks on the dance floor, the laughter through the speeches and the bride and groom stealing quiet moments against old timber walls.




























Getting ready in the homestead · Ceremony under the arch above the vines · Signing among the guests · Timber wall, wagon wheel and lake portraits · Speeches and dancing under draped lights
We found the bride in a homestead bedroom with tall windows and heavy brown curtains, her hair already swept up in soft curls while a loved one leaned in to check the last pins. Then the gown went on: ivory satin, strapless, with a long train that pooled across the carpet. We stood her side-on to the window so the light ran along every fold of the satin, and her veil hung from the curtain rod beside her like part of the set. A wall mirror opposite gave us a second bride in the same frame, gazing out at the garden.
A loved one in a black dress sat on the bed beside her, and the bride laughed at something she said; we caught it in the mirror, which framed the pair against a deep blue wall. Two more loved ones came in to see her, quiet and close, by the window that looks out to the homestead’s iron lace verandah. Our favourite frame from the room came last: the bride silhouetted against that window, her gown spilling off the bed into the dark. Shooting into the light like that takes patience, waiting until a face turns just enough to read.
Outside, the ceremony was set on the timber deck at the edge of the vineyard, under a tall arch of greenery with an urn of white flowers beside it and the vines running away towards the lodge. The groom waited at the front with his groomsmen, all in grey suits and smiling hard. At the arch, an older loved one wrapped the bride in a hug before letting her go, and the groom’s grin over his shoulder says everything. Bridesmaids lined up on one side and groomsmen on the other, which made for a lovely symmetrical wide frame against the sky.
Through the vows we moved around the edges, shooting through long grass and flowers so the foreground softened into colour. The rings went on, the bride beamed up at the groom, and an older guest in a red bow tie and an orange buttonhole looked on with a face full of pride. The bridesmaids held orange calla lilies and orchids against their chocolate brown dresses. At the signing table among the vines, guests crowded in with their own cameras, and in the middle of it all the couple leaned in for a kiss, which we framed through the crowd.
Straight after, we walked them into a grassy row between the vines, where they kissed with the veil trailing behind. The bridesmaids gathered around the bride with the timber lodge behind them, her white cascading bouquet bright between their orange ones, and then lined up either side of her under the arch. The groomsmen strolled across the lawn in sunglasses with drinks in hand, and we put the low sun behind them so their shadows stretched long towards the camera. Backlight like that turns a simple walk into one of the most relaxed frames of the day.
For the couple portraits we stayed close to the old buildings and the trees. The bride perched on the groom’s knee on a timber bench against a weatherboard wall while the bridal party crowded the edges of the frame. Beside a timber cabin, the sun flared through a big tree behind them, a look we love to chase late in the afternoon. Under a stand of trees an old wagon wheel made a rustic prop: she rested a hand on it, they kissed beside it, and then she wrapped herself around the groom against a rough trunk, laughing.
Then the lake. We stepped well back and framed them small on the far bank beside the gazebo, so the still water held a perfect upside-down copy of the scene. Out on the timber jetty, the breeze caught the bride’s veil and threw it high behind her while she stood with one hand on her hip, laughing; we kept that one in black and white. Few sets of Glen Erin at Lancefield wedding photos skip the lake, and this one shows why. Wind is a gift for veils if you are ready for it, so we keep shooting rather than waiting for it to settle.
Inside, the reception room was draped with pink and white fabric gathered into the ceiling and strung with fairy lights. The speeches had the bride hiding her face behind her hand with laughter while the groom, in his waistcoat, cracked up beside her. Then the dancing started, and she danced with her train bunched up, kicking her heels high with the bridesmaids and friends around her. An older guest dropped into a crouch with a camera to his eye, shouting with delight, and that single black and white frame sums up the night better than any other.
This couple used the property in a compact circuit. The bride got ready in a homestead bedroom with a deep blue wall and heavy brown curtains, then walked out to the timber deck at the vineyard edge, where a tall arch of greenery and an urn of white flowers waited. The register was signed at a table out among the vines, with guests pressing in on every side. Portraits moved from the lawn by the lodge to the cabins and trees, then down to the lake, before everyone gathered in the draped reception room.
The bedroom windows gave a strong, directional light, so we placed the bride side-on for the satin details and then shot straight into the glass for a silhouette. Out on the deck the sky stayed open behind the arch, which kept the ceremony frames clean and bright. By portrait time the sun was low behind the groomsmen on the lawn and flaring through the big tree beside the cabin. At the gazebo the water had gone still enough to mirror the couple, while a gust out on the jetty lifted the veil high.
Rather than chasing the vines all afternoon, we leaned on the textures around the old buildings. A timber bench against a weatherboard wall let the bride sit on the groom’s knee with the bridal party tucked in at the edges. The lattice beside the cabin broke the sunlight into soft flares, and a weathered wagon wheel under the trees gave her something natural to rest a hand on. A rough trunk nearby suited a laughing, close embrace, with leafy branches framing the pair from above.
For vows on an open deck, we like to work through the plants along the edge, so a blur of green and colour sits in front of the lens. If guests want their own camera moment at the signing, let them crowd in, then we will find the kiss through the gaps. A strapless satin gown loves window light, so dress in a room with tall glass and keep the space clear around it. And when you head to the lake, give us a little distance: framing you small by the gazebo is what makes the reflection read.