
Mona Farm · 140 Little River Rd, Braidwood NSW · Canberra
Country Wedding · Heritage & Historic Venue Wedding · Sunset Wedding · City: Canberra · Venue: Mona Farm
A ring resting on an invitation sketched with an arched stone bridge, a dad in a mustard tie walking his daughter through a cypress hedge, and a groom who punched the air all the way back up the aisle. Erica and Matthew’s Mona Farm wedding in Braidwood stayed on one country estate from the first cufflink to the reception in the Woolshed, with a lakeside ceremony and late autumn light glowing through old trees. We ended the day exactly where the invitation began: on that bridge at dusk.



































































































































Getting ready at the New Stables and the Homestead · Lakeside ceremony on the Croquet Lawn · Family photos by the cypress hedge · Golden hour in the old trees · Dusk on the stone bridge · Reception in the Woolshed
Our day at Mona Farm began at the New Stables, where Matthew was getting ready. The first thing we photographed was the stationery: Erica’s ring resting on an invitation printed with their names and a fine line drawing of an arched stone bridge, with a sprig of red buds hanging over it. By sunset they would be standing on that bridge. Inside, Matthew fastened his cufflinks by open glass doors while his double-breasted jacket waited on the wall. Then he sat down at a grand piano in a room of whitewashed timber posts and played, completely at ease.
Matthew straightened the lapel of a loved one in a tuxedo, and another loved one had a buttonhole pinned on, a cream rose with a touch of red. Then we took everyone outside to a grove of tall, bare trunks beside the lawn. It was late autumn, the leaves were down, and the sun came through the trunks in long stripes across the grass. That is lovely light for a groom’s party: bright enough to glow, soft enough on faces. The groomsmen walked towards us with their arms over each other’s shoulders, and there were handshakes, hugs and a lot of laughing as family and friends took turns beside Matthew.
Over at the Homestead, Erica’s gown hung in a set of French doors, with the light pouring through the lace and the iron balcony railing outside. Her pink floral platform heels sat beside her bouquet. The bridesmaids, all in matching floral pyjamas, crowded around Erica and the little flower girls for a toast. A loved one in a deep red dress fastened the gown and settled the veil, and they shared a tearful hug at the doors. When a gown hangs in a doorway like that, we shoot from inside looking out, so the light comes through the fabric instead of flattening it.
Then we turned Erica to a window framed by heavy dark curtains. With the room behind her in shadow, a single slice of light caught her face, the off-shoulder lace and her bouquet of white roses, red blooms and eucalyptus. We made a few of those frames in black and white, because when the light is that directional, colour almost gets in the way. It took only a few minutes, and it is the kind of portrait any bride can have: one window, the lamps switched off, and a photographer willing to stand in the dark corner of the room.
Erica’s dad came through the door in a navy suit and a mustard tie, and his face said everything. We stood behind Erica’s shoulder so her bouquet softened the edge of the frame and he was looking straight at her, not at us. They hugged beside the round mirror, then stood together for a portrait in the window light. The bridesmaids, now in dusty pink, had been waiting nearby, and their reaction was a little scene of its own: hands at their faces, big smiles and a flower girl peering up at the veil.
The ceremony was set for three o’clock on the Croquet Lawn by the lake, with a fountain throwing a tall plume of water behind the guests. Matthew walked in arm in arm with a loved one. Then Erica appeared under a curved iron arch cut through a cypress hedge, holding her dad’s arm, and came down a flight of stone steps between two garden statues. We used the hedge as a natural frame: dark green all round makes a white gown glow. At the end of the aisle her dad wrapped Matthew in a hug before taking his seat.
Erica and Matthew held hands under an arch of dried blush flowers on the paved edge of the water, with the stone bridge behind them. The sun was clear and already lower across the lake, so we kept it behind and beside them to save everyone from squinting. Laughter came in waves from the chairs, the groomsmen in the front row were in fits, and a loved one in red watched with a soft smile. After the kiss, with the bridge arches lined up behind, they stopped for another halfway up the aisle. Then Matthew punched the air and kicked out a leg.
Family photos went in front of a tall, dark cypress hedge beside a gravel path, with a mirror bright sculpture just showing above it. A plain dark backdrop keeps every group clean, so nobody’s eye wanders to a car or a doorway. We moved quickly through the combinations, spreading Erica’s long lace train across the grass each time. Then the whole bridal party, the bridesmaids in dusty pink and the groomsmen in black, walked towards us over the lawn. The bridesmaids lifted their bouquets and cheered in front of a tall grey ribbon sculpture, and Matthew laughed so hard he had to look away.
Every location in Erica and Matthew’s Mona Farm wedding photos was a short walk away. Matthew spun Erica on the lawn, and at the lake’s edge we put the low sun right behind them so it flared through her veil as he kissed her forehead. A grove of old trees turned orange in the last light, and we placed them small among the trunks. We finished on the stone bridge from the invitation, dropping low to expose for the pale sky so their kiss became a silhouette between the stone walls. Then it was off to the Woolshed for the reception.
Erica and Matthew kept everything on the estate. Matthew dressed at the New Stables and Erica at the Homestead, so both parties were a stroll from the Croquet Lawn. Erica's walk in began behind the cypress hedge, which kept her hidden until she stepped through the iron arch on her dad's arm. After the vows we stayed close to the lawn for family groups, then drifted out along the lake's edge, through the old trees and on to the bridge, before everyone headed to the Woolshed for the reception.
In late autumn the bare branches let low sun into every corner of the estate. We used that early for the groomsmen in the grove of trunks, and later for the long shadows that stretched across the aisle as Erica and Matthew walked back up it. Family groups landed at the start of golden hour against the dark hedge, the old trees turned orange as the light faded, and by the time we reached the bridge the sky had gone pale and even, ideal for showing the two of them as a simple outline.
Inside the Homestead, the tall French doors and their white iron balcony did most of the work for Erica's preparations. Outdoors, the dried blush arch on the paved lake edge lined up neatly with the bridge for the kiss. The silver head sculpture and iron arch made a playful setting for a quick laugh between the two of them, and the tall grey ribbon sculpture gave the bridal party something bold to cheer beside. Fallen orange leaves under the old trees added colour at their feet as Matthew carried the train.
If you marry here in late autumn, give yourselves a good run of time after the ceremony, because the richest light arrives quickly once the sun sinks behind the trees. Have someone ready to gather the lace train for the walk through fallen leaves, and keep a cream faux fur jacket or two on hand for bridesmaids and little ones as the afternoon cools. And if your stationery features a corner of the estate, as theirs did with the bridge, tell us early so we can plan to finish the day right there.