
Olivehouse · Kialla West VIC · Melbourne
Country Wedding · Olive Groves Wedding · City: Melbourne · Venues: Avonlea Flowers · Olivehouse
A first look under the trees at a Murchison flower farm, a groom who swept his bride off her feet in the aisle, and a veil that caught the last of the sun over white agapanthus. Amy and Brandon’s Olivehouse wedding at Kialla West, in the Goulburn Valley, was black bow ties, white roses and long summer light through the olive grove. We stayed with them all the way to a hazy first dance at the reception, and we loved every minute.


















































































































Getting ready at home · First look at Avonlea Flowers, Murchison · Vows under the white arbour at Olivehouse · Family groups by the veranda · Sunset in the olive grove · Cake and first dance
Our day started in a bright family home, where Amy’s gown hung in the doorway with its long lace sleeves catching the morning light. We laid the details out on soft white fabric by a window: the invitation with her rings and pearl earrings, a woven clutch stitched with ‘Wifey’, a bottle of golden body oil, a lace garter and a pair of clear heels. Shooting the details first, before the room fills up, keeps the light clean and the backgrounds tidy. Amy sat in her white pyjamas and pearl headband in the window armchair, checking her phone beside the dress and looking completely relaxed.
Then the gown went on. Amy stood by the fireplace under a round mirror and looked down at the lace flowers running over her skirt. A loved one in a floral dress came in, took one look and wiped her eyes, and the hug that followed was the first big moment of the day. Someone knelt to buckle Amy’s clear heels, and we moved in close on her ring against the lace sleeve. That corner armchair sat between two walls of windows, so the light wrapped softly around her face, and we kept one frame of her there in black and white.
Out in the garden, Amy’s bridesmaids gathered in floor-length black dresses and the laughter started straight away. Black against white lace looks beautiful in open shade, so we kept them under the trees. Brandon, meanwhile, was in a black tuxedo with a white rose on his lapel, grinning from an armchair. His groomsmen, in white shirts and black bow ties, lined up on a red brick veranda with timber-framed windows behind them, a warm and simple backdrop. One straightened Brandon’s bow tie, there were handshakes all round, and the family dog trotted in to sit at his feet.
Next stop was Avonlea Flowers at Murchison, where purple agapanthus spilled around the farm sign by the road. Amy waited in front of a wall of green trees while Brandon walked up with his hands over his eyes. When he finally looked, he wiped away a tear, and then they were both laughing, holding hands and leaning in for a kiss under the low branches. A first look is our favourite way to settle the nerves on a summer day: the reaction happens in private and in the shade, and the afternoon opens up for portraits.
We walked them across the lawn hand in hand, Amy’s long train sweeping the dry grass, and found a pair of weathered white doors standing open in the garden. We stepped back and shot through the leaves of a nearby shrub, so a soft green blur framed the two of them in the doorway. On a garden bench among blue agapanthus, Brandon kissed Amy’s forehead. Then the wedding party joined us, bridesmaids in black with white rose bouquets, groomsmen in white shirts, striding towards us in a line. Brandon scooped Amy up while the groomsmen held the bouquets.
At Olivehouse, Brandon waited between the long rows of olive trees with a drink in hand and a big grin. The ceremony was set under a white arbour draped with soft fabric, with white chairs on the lawn and the olive grove all around. The celebrant spoke into a microphone, the bridesmaids and the little flower girl in white stood beside the brick platform, and Amy could not stop smiling as she faced Brandon. We worked along the edges of the chairs with a longer lens to catch the guests laughing, then stepped back for the kiss with the whole arbour in frame.
They signed the register at a white wrought-iron table under the olive trees, and Brandon stole a kiss halfway through. Then, heading back up the aisle, he swept Amy into his arms and her train flew out behind her while the guests watched from their seats. For family groups we used the arbour, with the red brick and white veranda of the federation-style house behind, which gives Olivehouse wedding photos their sense of place. The arbour’s roof put open shade on everyone’s faces, exactly what you want in late afternoon sun in January. We finished with the whole crowd together on the lawn.
At the front door of the house, a cloud of white balloons wrapped around the white iron lacework, and Amy put on her long veil for a quiet forehead-to-forehead moment there. Later, as the sun dropped behind the trees, we brought Amy and Brandon back outside. He twirled her on the lawn under the big palm, they walked the olive rows, and a breeze lifted her veil out over the white agapanthus with the sun flaring behind them. Stepping out of a reception for twenty minutes at sunset is the best trade a couple can make, and this one paid off beautifully.
Back inside for the reception, Amy and Brandon cut a white cake marked with a monogram, laughing together as the knife went in. Then came the first dance. Haze drifted across the floor and warm lights glowed behind them, so we shot towards the light to let the haze turn soft and golden, and kept the guests gathered around the edges of the frame. Amy laughed over Brandon’s shoulder, he held her close, and they finished with a kiss in the middle of the floor while everyone watched on, smiling. It was the perfect way to close a long, warm Goulburn Valley day.
Amy and Brandon reached Olivehouse after a first look and wedding party portraits at a flower farm in Murchison, so the time here could go to the vows, family and celebrating. Brandon waited among the olive rows before the vows under the draped white arbour, they signed at a wrought iron table beneath an old olive tree, and the family groups stayed under the arbour with the red brick house behind. The reception moved indoors, with a balloon arch at the front door, and we stepped back outside with the couple as the sun began to drop.
This was a true country summer day: dry grass, clear blue sky and strong sun. The ceremony ran late in the afternoon, which helped, and the arbour threw open shade across the family groups so nobody squinted. The olive trees softened the light along the edges of the lawn for guests in their chairs. The real reward came near sunset, when low light slid down the olive rows and backlit Amy’s veil as it lifted over the beds of white agapanthus.
At the flower farm, the weathered white doors and the old gateway were our favourite frame, shot through a soft blur of leaves. A metal bench among blue agapanthus gave us a quiet seated moment before the wedding party arrived with a bottle to pop. At Olivehouse, the iron lacework and balloons on the front porch made a pretty spot for the veil, and at sunset we used the tall palm for a twirl, then a long olive row for a slow walk. Inside, the long timber hallway gave us a sweet frame with a young guest.
If your day spans two places in the country, do the first look and wedding party photos at the first stop, so the second is only about vows, family and celebration. Choose a ceremony spot with a roof or tree cover for the groups that follow. Hand the bouquets to the groomsmen when the groom wants to lift the bride, and keep a cold drink close by. Most of all, plan a short break outside at sunset; those few minutes gave Amy and Brandon the best light of the whole day.