
Grazing Gundaroo · 42 Cork St, Gundaroo NSW · Canberra
Country Wedding · Heritage & Historic Venue Wedding · City: Canberra · Venue: Grazing Gundaroo
A bride laughing in her robe beside her lace gown, happy tears under a weeping willow, autumn leaves flying and a sunset kiss in a golden paddock. Erika and Jackson’s Grazing Gundaroo wedding brought their favourite people out to a heritage village in the Yass Valley, with champagne under the branches and a fairy-lit reception to finish the night. We were right beside them all afternoon, and we loved every minute.






































































































Getting ready in Braddon · Golden paddock walk · Ceremony under the weeping willow · Champagne and family among autumn leaves · Sunset paddock portraits · Cake under fairy lights
Erika’s morning began at the Canberra Rex Hotel in Braddon, in a room with a wall of sheer-curtained windows that did half our work for us. Her lace gown hung against the glass while she laughed in her robe, and we photographed it right there, because curtain-filtered light keeps white lace soft instead of glaring. Her two bridesmaids in dusty mauve fastened the long lace sleeves, then Erika sat by the window with her veil spread wide and a bouquet of blush roses and silver-green leaves in her lap. We kept one of those quiet seated frames in black and white.
Then the room filled with noise. The bridesmaids threw their bouquets up over their heads and dissolved into laughter either side of Erika, and a young girl in a lilac wrap dress and a flower crown squeezed in between them. Groups like this work best when we stop directing and let someone crack a joke, so that is exactly what we did. A loved one in a floral dress arrived next and kissed Erika on the cheek, and the two of them laughed face to face in the window light. Little moments like that are why we like to arrive early.
Before the ceremony we took Erika outside. She came down a tree-lined gravel road with her bridesmaids, the young girl holding hands with one of them, all four smiling straight at us. Then we found a paddock of long, pale gold grass and let her move. Erika swished her skirt, the veil drifted behind her, and she turned back over her shoulder with a grin. A low camera angle lets the seed heads blur softly across the bottom of the frame, and a bright, cloudy country sky gives even light with no hard shadows across faces.
At Grazing, Jackson waited in the garden under a big weeping willow with his groomsmen in navy, the celebrant beside him holding her red folder. White wrought-iron benches and garden chairs lined the aisle, with autumn leaves scattered across the grass. Erika’s dad walked her along the gravel path past the timber deck, and a loved one in a floral dress joined them beside the old stone building for the last stretch. The moment Jackson saw her coming, his hand went straight to his eyes. We always watch the groom as the bride appears, and this reaction was worth it.
The ceremony was full of feeling. Jackson read his vows into the microphone, and both of them were wiping their eyes at the same moment while the celebrant held out a tissue. In the front row an older guest in pink pressed her hands to her face, and a young guest in lilac sat holding a little red box very carefully on her lap. Willows are a gift for ceremonies: the hanging branches filter the afternoon sun into soft, dappled light, so faces stay open and nobody squints. Then came the kiss, and the whole garden cheered.
Erika and Jackson signed the register at a white iron table on the lawn, their bridesmaids and groomsmen gathered close behind, then walked back up the aisle grinning. Under the willow a champagne bucket waited on a lace tablecloth, ringed with coupe glasses and strands of fairy lights. They took a sip together before the wedding party raised their glasses with them for a toast. Then we called everyone in for one big group under the willows, arms in the air. For a crowd that size we step well back and wait for the back row to find their gaps, so every face is seen.
Some of our favourite Grazing Gundaroo wedding photos came from a corner of the garden where the trees had turned bright yellow and the lawn was carpeted in fallen leaves. Autumn colour is the best backdrop a garden can give you, and it needs no styling at all. We moved through each family group quickly, keeping an older loved one seated right in the middle of every photo. Erika shared a cheek-to-cheek laugh with the loved one in the floral dress, and Jackson and a bridesmaid leant in around the older loved one while she held a little red heart in her hands.
Jackson’s groomsmen had no interest in standing still. Against a dark green hedge they struck a pose, then under the willow they launched into mock boxing and a run of dance moves that had us laughing behind the camera. Erika had a gentler moment of her own among the yellow trees with a bridesmaid and the loved one in the floral dress. Then handfuls of fallen leaves went up over the couple as they kissed beside an old timber gate. Leaf confetti is the easiest autumn trick we know: it is already lying on the ground, and it hangs in the air just long enough to catch.
We finished portraits back in the open paddock as the sun dropped behind a line of poplars on the horizon. Jackson dipped Erika for a kiss, she punched an arm up in triumph, and they walked back through the long grass laughing, her skirt swinging. Keeping the low sun behind a couple puts a soft rim of light around hair and veil. Inside, under strings of fairy lights, guests held their phones up as Erika and Jackson made their entrance, then the two of them cut their gold and ivory cake, topped with a heart, with big smiles all round.
Erika and Jackson used Grazing the way a long autumn afternoon wants to be used. Jackson waited under the big weeping willow, Erika came in along the gravel path past the timber deck and the stone hall, and the register, the bubbles and the toast all stayed on the lawn beneath those same branches. Family groups moved only a few steps into the yellow trees, and once the paddock portraits were done everyone headed inside to the fairy lit Stone Room for the cake.
The ceremony sat in the middle of the afternoon, and the willow did the heavy lifting for us. Its hanging branches broke the sun into soft, speckled light, so we could keep guests on the white iron benches in frame without anyone squinting. By the time family photos started, the sun had dropped lower and came through the autumn trees from the side, lighting the yellow leaves from behind. We saved the couple portraits until the sun sat just above the poplars.
Our strongest frames here came from a handful of spots. For the walk in, we stood at the far end of the gravel path so the deck and the old stone wall layered up behind Erika and her dad. For families, we turned everyone towards the brightest yellow tree and used the fallen leaves as a carpet. The dark green hedge made the navy suits look crisp, and the open paddock gave us long grass, backlight and a clean horizon line.
If you marry in autumn, love the leaves where they fall. They became free confetti beside the old timber gate, and they looked wonderful under every family group. Plan your paddock portraits for the last of the sun and bring flat shoes for the walk through long grass. Erika also dressed in a room with sheer curtains, which kept her lace soft, so look for big, filtered windows wherever you get ready.