
Josef Chromy Wines · 370 Relbia Rd, Relbia TAS
Heritage & Historic Venue Wedding · Winery & Vineyard Wedding · Venue: Josef Chromy Wines
Purple Star Wars heels, a yellow muscle car rolling down a pine drive and vows in a white pavilion with autumn vines glowing across the lake. Rachel and Joseph’s Josef Chromy Wines wedding in Relbia, just south of Launceston, was all burgundy, gold and big laughs. We were there from the hotel balcony in the city to the last golden light on the lawn, then followed them into the restaurant for speeches, a fruit-topped cake and a full dance floor.





























































































































































































































































































































































Getting ready at the Clarion City Park Grand, Launceston · Muscle cars down the pine drive · Vows at the Lakeside Pavilion · Autumn portraits in the gardens · Sunset on the vineyard lawn · Dinner, cake and dancing in the restaurant
Rachel got ready at the Clarion City Park Grand in Launceston, a white heritage building on a city corner, and the first thing we photographed was her shoes: purple heels with a Star Wars print inside, set down on a timber deck under trailing ivy. Inside, she sat in a white robe beside a dark timber fireplace, braids already pinned into her hair. Then, by a tall window with the sheer curtains drawn, a woman leaned in for the last touch of makeup. A curtained window is the kindest light in any hotel room: soft, even and flattering from the side.
Out on the hotel balcony, Rachel stood at the rail in her satin gown with the train pooled on the boards, and we stepped right back to include the old brick chimney and stained glass windows above her. The whole heritage building told its story in one frame. Her four bridesmaids joined her in long burgundy dresses, laughing with bouquets of white roses and deep red blooms, and one bridesmaid’s wide-eyed reaction to seeing Rachel had everyone in stitches. A pale wall makes a quiet backdrop for this, so all the colour comes from the dresses and the flowers.
Out at Relbia, the lawns ran down to the lake under a soft grey sky, and we went looking for the arrival. Then the cars came: a yellow muscle car with black stripes and a black one with silver stripes, rolling slowly down a gravel drive between tall pines. We stood at the bottom of the drive and used the dark trunks as a frame, so the yellow paint glowed against all that green. By the Lakeside Pavilion, Joseph waited beside a wine barrel topped with red and white roses, a lantern above him and his groomsmen close by.
Rachel’s dad walked her down a short flight of stone steps beneath a white metal arch, past a garden bed of white roses, and every head on the folding chairs turned. At the pavilion he handed her over to Joseph with a warm handshake. We worked from the side of the aisle here, which keeps the arch, the steps and the guests’ faces in one frame. The front rows were all smiles, and the groomsmen stood shoulder to shoulder in dark suits and burgundy ties, each with a red rose on his lapel, trying very hard to look serious.
The ceremony ran beside the white pavilion right on the edge of the lake, with rows of vines climbing the hill across the water. Guests laughed out loud more than once, and we turned the lens back on them to catch it. Rachel and Joseph signed at a white table inside the pavilion, then shared a kiss over the register with the vineyard behind them. The bridesmaids clapped from the lawn while a bright yellow tree blazed on the far bank. Autumn colour like that does half the work, so we kept the lake in the background of almost every ceremony frame.
Hand in hand, they walked back up the grass aisle, and the lawn filled with hugs and handshakes straight away. Joseph wrapped an arm around an older guest still holding her order of service, and Rachel was swept up by friend after friend. We moved the family groups to a spot beside the garden beds, with the trees as a backdrop and the light falling evenly on everyone. Group photos run faster when someone in the family knows the names, so give your photographer a list and a helper, and everyone gets back to the canapés and drinks sooner.
Then it was the groomsmen’s turn. We lined them up in front of the two muscle cars under the pines, beers in hand, with Joseph in the middle in his bow tie. A few minutes later they lifted Rachel sideways across their arms in front of a tree that had turned completely gold, while the low sun flared in from the side. That backlight is why we chase late afternoon in autumn at a place like this: the leaves light up like lamps, and skin stays warm and soft. Nobody dropped the bride, and nobody spilled a beer.
For the last of the light, we took Rachel and Joseph out onto the open lawn. Joseph held her hand to his chest as if to dance, and the sun caught the beading on the back of her gown. Then they walked away from us across the grass toward the vine rows, under a sky streaked with pink cloud. Some of our favourite Josef Chromy Wines wedding photos are this simple: two people, a lot of sky and the vineyard running along the horizon. In early autumn the sun drops just before six here, so we kept it quick and close.
Inside the restaurant, a little frame on a table asked guests to pick a colour and leave a fingerprint on the couple’s tree, among scattered wooden hearts and fairy lights. We went from table to table for portraits while dinner was served, and Joseph stopped to give a young guest a big hug. The speeches had Rachel and Joseph laughing at the bridal table, then Joseph took the microphone himself. They cut a fruit-topped naked cake on a wine barrel, the dance floor filled, and our last frame looked back across the dark lake to the lit pavilion.
Rachel arrived by muscle car down the pine drive, and from there the whole afternoon unfolded on foot. Her bridesmaids led the way along the garden path, then she and her dad came down under the white arch and along the grass aisle to the pavilion at the water's edge. The signing happened right there at a white table, the hugs spilled straight onto the lawn, and later everyone wandered up the curving path past clipped hedges to the restaurant for dinner, speeches and dancing.
The afternoon began under a soft grey sky, with ducks drifting on a flat lake and the vine rows across the water striped gold and green. That even light suited the arrival and the ceremony, keeping faces gentle and the autumn colour rich. As we moved into portraits, the sun found its way under the cloud and came in low across the lawn, lighting the leaves from behind. By the time we reached the open grass near the vines, the clouds above the horizon had turned pink.
For the ceremony we kept the lake and the far hillside behind them in nearly every frame, so the vineyard set the scene without a word. Family groups went beside the garden beds under trailing golden branches, where everyone shared the same light. The groomsmen got the cars and the tall pines, a pairing full of character. The blazing yellow tree by the water was our pick for the bridal party and for the couple's closest portraits, with the sun flaring through the leaves behind them.
If you are hiring cars, keep them on site after the arrival; parked under the pines they make a ready set for the groomsmen. Bubbles for the walk back up the aisle are lovely here, because the lawn rises gently and we can shoot down the slope into them. Pack warm wraps for the bridesmaids, as Rachel's crew did, since the lakeside air cools fast once the sun drops. And after dark, step outside for a minute to see the pavilion lit up across the water.