
The Boat House · Grevillea Park, Barton ACT · Canberra
Waterside Wedding · Region: ACT - Canberra CBD · City: Canberra · Venues: Boat House, Barton · Senate Gardens
Five pairs of bright socks among the roses, a lace veil lifting over the Senate lawn and George sweeping Becky off her feet while the bridal party cheered. Their portraits in the Old Parliament House Rose Gardens in Parkes came between a church ceremony in Kingston and a lakeside reception at The Boat House, and a soft blanket of cloud that afternoon made every face glow. We loved every step of it, from bubbles in the morning to the last song of the night.




























































































































Getting ready with the bridesmaids · Church ceremony in Kingston · Senate Gardens rose beds and pergola · The big lawn at Old Parliament House · Reception at The Boat House · Sunset on Lake Burley Griffin
We started with the small things while Becky’s make-up was finished. The invitation went into her bouquet of peach, cream and blush roses, and the engagement ring sat on its watercolour leaves for a close-up. When she was dressed, she turned to face her four bridesmaids in blush, champagne, mauve and lilac, and they squealed, while her dad grinned at the back of the room. For her own portraits we moved back and used a longer lens beside the sheer curtains, which keeps a fitted gown true to its shape and lets the train run across the carpet.
The church in Kingston rose against a big, cloudy sky. The vintage car arrived in white and pale blue, and before the door opened we photographed Becky through its window, bouquet in her lap and a small, calm smile on her face. Shooting through glass gives a quiet, private feel, and the reflected trees became part of the picture. Then she stepped out beside her dad, who walked her in beneath a fanlight of coloured glass and shook George’s hand warmly at the front before stepping back to his seat.
We climbed to the gallery, where an octagonal skylight and two tiers of crystal chandeliers hang over a long red aisle, and watched the veil trail down the carpet while a bridesmaid dabbed away a happy tear. Height turns a busy room into a clear pattern. Our favourite frame from up there came at the end: Becky and George walking back down the empty aisle, alone for a moment. Outside, guests on the steps threw handfuls of pale petals, and the whole crowd gathered under the tall coloured windows for one big group photo.
Then it was on to the gardens beside Old Parliament House, the part of the day we had all been waiting for. Becky and George strolled hand in hand past the white building, and in the Senate Gardens George and his groomsmen hitched up their navy trousers to show off five pairs of bright socks. The bridesmaids squeezed together under the leafy timber pergola, red tennis courts glowing behind them. Under a pergola the leaves filter hard sun, but with cloud overhead the light was already soft, so we simply let the greenery frame their faces.
Becky and George wandered the brick-edged paths between the rose beds, pink blooms on one side and a white trellis behind them. George bent to kiss Becky’s hand, then stole a proper kiss further along the path. Those long straight paths are a gift for a photographer: they lead the eye straight to the couple, so we stood at one end with a longer lens and let them walk towards us without any posing. These were the moments we had in mind for their Old Parliament House Rose Gardens wedding photos, unhurried and full of colour.
Out on the open lawn, framed by tall poplars and clipped hedges, the bridal party let loose. The groomsmen held the bridesmaids’ bouquets while George snuck in another kiss, then he swept Becky up in his arms as everyone pointed and cheered. We asked them all to walk towards us arm in arm, and the laughter did the rest. A lawn this size lets a group of ten spread out without anyone hiding behind a shoulder, and the dark hedges give a plain backdrop that makes white dresses and navy suits stand out.
A breeze picked up Becky’s lace-edged veil, so George held one side out while she turned back to look at us, and later she spread it wide across the grass on her own. We took George alone too, walking towards us with one hand at his lapel. Then we turned Becky towards the white façade of Old Parliament House and had her glance back over her shoulder, the veil falling behind her. To finish, the whole party strolled past a tall clipped hedge with the building’s white roofline peeking over the top.
At The Boat House, guests drifted onto the deck with the lake right there. A little boy and a girl in red danced on the lakeside path, older guests settled at a table under the trees, and one of them threw her arms wide when George came over. Inside, single blush roses stood in glass vases along the tables. George took the lectern for his speech, glasses went up across the room, and the bridesmaids were in fits of laughter. We shoot speeches from the side, so we catch the speaker and the faces listening.
When the light turned gold we walked Becky and George to the shoreline, where the sun was sinking beside the Parliament House flagpole across the water, and let them fall into silhouette against the shine on the lake. Back inside, the first dance happened against a rough stone wall lit amber, then the colours turned red and purple and the floor filled. George led a line of dancers while Becky and her bridesmaids held up their hems and followed, jackets came off, and someone slid across the boards on one knee.
Becky and George came to the gardens straight from their ceremony in Kingston, with the whole bridal party and the pale blue vintage car in tow. We began with the groomsmen beneath the wisteria on the Senate side, then the bridesmaids on a garden bench, before giving the couple some time alone among the rose beds. The big lawn came last, for the full party and the veil, and the stroll back to the car past the white façade wrapped everything up without any doubling back.
Cloud sat over Canberra the entire time we were in the gardens, which meant we never had to chase shade or turn anyone away from the sun. Under the pergola, on the brick paths and out on the open grass the light stayed level, so the white gown, the blush and taupe gowns and the navy suits all held their detail in a single frame. The grey sky also let the hedge greens and the pink roses look deeper and richer than they ever do in hard summer sun.
The timber pergola gave the groomsmen posts to lean on and a leafy roof to frame them, and the red tennis courts behind the bench added a warm strip of colour behind the bridesmaids. For Becky and George, the long brick edged paths between the rose beds pulled the eye straight to them, with white trellises keeping the background tidy. The open lawn, backed by tall poplars and a dark clipped hedge, was where the lifts, the cheering and every veil frame happened.
Save the veil for the open lawn. Away from the rose bushes, the breeze across the grass lifted Becky’s lace clear of everything, and George could hold one side out while she looked back at us. Let the playful frames come early, while energy is high: the sock reveal set the tone for the rest of the stop. And park the car where you plan to finish, because the bridal party crossing back to it in front of the white building became one of our favourite closing frames.