
Lyrebird Falls · 175 Monbulk Rd, Kallista VIC · Melbourne
Garden Wedding · Mountain Wedding · Rainforest Wedding · Region: VIC - Dandenong Ranges · City: Melbourne · Venues: Lyrebird Falls · RJ Hamer Arboretum
Bridesmaids in floral dresses cheering on a deck high above the plains, Bec on her dad’s arm along a red brick aisle and a misty walk among the conifers with the whole wedding party. Bec and Shaun’s wedding at Lyrebird Falls in Kallista was a soft, cloudy late-autumn day in the Dandenong Ranges, with maples glowing by the gazebo and laughter all through the vows. Then came speeches, a balloon arch and a lot of happy faces at the reception, and we loved every bit of it.


































































































































































































































































































































































































Getting ready at home · Gazebo ceremony at Lyrebird Falls · Friends and family groups in the garden · RJ Hamer Arboretum portraits · Speeches and a balloon arch
Shaun started the day grinning, holding his navy jacket up to the window before knotting a deep red tie. The flowers arrived in a cardboard box on the bench, and a loved one in a black lace jacket pinned his boutonniere with great care while he tried to keep a straight face. A groomsman got the same treatment. We like the boutonniere moment because it brings two people close together without any direction from us, and the light from those big windows did the rest.
Outside, Shaun and five groomsmen lined up on the deck in matching navy suits, a green hedge and tall gums behind them. Shaun stood with each of the boys in turn, then with family, before everyone wandered down the cobbled driveway and out onto a dirt track under the trees. One groomsman could not resist pulling a pose at the end of the line. Shooting on a track like that gives depth for free: the trees close in behind and the line of suits leads the eye straight to the groom.
Bec’s gown hung against the glass doors, all tulle skirt and beaded bodice, while her bouquet of peach and burgundy blooms with trailing greenery sat on a white wire chair. Her shoes were blue floral sandals. Five bridesmaids in mismatched floral dresses crowded round to lace her in, laughing as they worked down the back. We shoot lacing from the side and from behind, because the hands and the faces in the mirror tell a better story than the bodice alone. Then Bec sat on the bed with the skirt spread around her and grinned at all of them.
The house had a timber deck looking straight out over the treetops to the plains, so we took everyone outside. Bec stood with each bridesmaid against that long, hazy view, and then all five threw their bouquets in the air and cheered. Cloud had rolled over the range, which is good news for portraits: the light wraps around faces and nobody squints. Before leaving, we brought Bec back inside to a dim corner with one window, and the floral bouquet glowed against her gown in the quiet.
At Lyrebird Falls, Bec gave us a thumbs up from the car before she had even stepped out. Down in the garden, guests filled the white chairs facing the white gazebo, and a Japanese maple behind them was flaring red and gold for late autumn. The bridesmaids came down the red brick aisle one by one, bouquets low, then Bec appeared on her dad’s arm and the whole crowd turned. At the front her dad stepped aside with a smile, and Bec leaned in to kiss Shaun before taking her place beside him.
The ceremony ran on laughter. Shaun read his vows from a card into the microphone, Bec doubled over at one line, and the groomsmen lined up behind him were grinning the whole way through. We worked the rows for reactions: a loved one in a green jacket beaming, friends clapping and cheering. The gazebo’s white paint brightens the faces standing in front of it, which helps under a cloudy sky. They signed at a table dressed with white roses, still smiling at each other.
Back down the aisle, Bec and Shaun walked straight into a wall of hugs. We made one frame with a slow zoom while the bridal party swept past, a deliberate blur that feels like the rush of that moment. A guest in a bright pink hat and a rainbow shawl hugged Bec tight, and it was the colour of the afternoon. Then we ran through group photos against the garden hedge: family first, then Shaun’s mates and Bec’s workmates, each crowd louder than the last.
Up at the RJ Hamer Arboretum in Olinda the cloud had settled on the far ridges, and the whole wedding party walked out across the grass together, ten attendants and two very happy newlyweds. The bridesmaids huddled with Bec and could not stop laughing, the groomsmen strode up the slope, and we photographed Bec and Shaun small against the conifers and the misty hills. These were some of our favourite Lyrebird Falls wedding photos of the day, because grey skies turned the greens deep and the whole scene quiet.
Inside the dining room, a semi-naked cake with peach flowers sat on a timber board, and a white wishing well stood beside wooden letters spelling the couple’s names. We went table to table for guest photos before the speeches started at the lectern. Shaun had the room laughing with the microphone in hand, and Bec took a turn too, gesturing to the bridesmaids beside her. They cut the cake together, and a big arch of peach, gold and white balloons became the photo booth, with props for anyone game enough.
Bec and Shaun used Lyrebird Falls in three easy stages. The vows were at the white gazebo at the end of the red brick aisle, with guests on white chairs across the lawn. Straight afterwards everyone spilled onto the brick terrace for hugs while bubbles drifted through the tree ferns, and we pulled family groups onto the lawn beside the hedge. The couple then headed up the hill to the arboretum and came back to the dining room, where the head table ran along the windows and a balloon arch waited for the photo booth.
Cloud sat over the ranges all afternoon, and we were glad of it. With no hard sun, faces under the gazebo stayed clean and even, and the red and gold maples behind the guests looked deeper than they would in bright light. Up at the arboretum the cloud had dropped onto the far ridges, so each line of hills faded a little paler than the one in front. By the time the speeches started the gardens had gone dark, and the fairy lights in the tree ferns became the backdrop through the glass.
The red Japanese maple beside the lawn was our anchor for family and friend groups: it gave every frame a warm block of colour without anyone needing to move far. The dark hedge did the same job for the bigger crowds, keeping busy backgrounds out of the way. At the arboretum we used the long rows of conifers two ways, close behind the bridesmaids for laughing lines, and wide with Bec and Shaun small on the slope so the misty ridges could carry the picture.
Hand a few guests bubbles for the walk back up the aisle; on a still, grey day they hang in the air beside the ferns and give the hugs a lovely sparkle. If the sky is overcast, lean into it at the arboretum rather than wishing for sun: we shoot wider and let the mist become part of the frame. And take the whole wedding party up the hill together, arm in arm, because a group walking on open grass relaxes in a way a posed line never does.