
Poet's Lane · Sherbrooke VIC · Melbourne
Garden Wedding · Mountain Wedding · Rainforest Wedding · Region: VIC - Dandenong Ranges · City: Melbourne · Venue: Poet's Lane
A ring boy marching across a white timber bridge, a red carpet running up to the garden gazebo and a feather quill waiting by the register. Kylie and Dean’s wedding at Poet’s Lane in Sherbrooke, up in the Dandenong Ranges, was all aqua bridesmaids, grey suits and cream roses, with tall trees softening the light all afternoon. We were there from the bride’s first laugh in the make-up chair to a slow dance under festoon lights at the end of the night.

























































































































Getting ready in window light · Grey suits by a timber cottage · Red-carpet vows at the garden gazebo · Lawn groups and a vintage car · Portraits on the gravel drive · Reception, first dance and festoon lights
Our day started with the bride in a white robe, laughing through the last sweep of her make-up. We moved quickly through the details while the room was still tidy: the lace invitation bearing Kylie and Dean’s names, the wishing well card on dark timber, her peep-toe shoes with their sparkling brooches, and the gown hanging on a bare wall with its lace train pooled across the carpet. In the kitchen a loved one wrapped an arm around her as they raised a glass of champagne. Little moments like that happen once, so one of us always stays in the room with the bride.
Then the lace gown went on, and a loved one in burgundy lace stood beside her by the window, both of them beaming. We turned Kylie towards the light so her cascade of cream roses glowed against the lace, then let her sit on the edge of the bed for a quieter frame. Her bridesmaids arrived in aqua with matching posies. Our favourite shot of the morning came in a narrow hallway: the open lace back of her gown, lit from the far end, with her head turned down towards her flowers.
Across the property, Dean was pulling on his pale grey jacket at a lace-curtained window with a loved one checking the fit. A white boutonniere went onto his lapel, and he gave his hair one last pat in the bathroom mirror. Outside, the groomsmen grinned at us beside a timber cottage with green trim, and two little boys in matching grey suits and mint bow ties joined them on a path between tall hedges. One of them gave us the cheekiest grin of the day. With little ones, we always shoot early, before the excitement wears off.
The ceremony was set in the garden: rows of white chairs, a red carpet aisle and a white gazebo at the end of it, seen through an arch of roses and greenery. One little ring bearer marched over the white timber bridge clutching his ring pillow, and a bridesmaid in aqua followed under the trees. Then Kylie came down the red carpet on her dad’s arm, both of them smiling at the guests. We stood at the end of the aisle with a longer lens so the arch framed them and the canopy kept the light soft.
Under the gazebo Kylie, in a white headpiece, held both of Dean’s hands while the bridesmaids watched from the steps. When it was time for the rings, the two little boys climbed up the red carpet, and the groom dropped to one knee to take a ring from the smallest one. We got low too, because a frame at a child’s eye level always feels more honest than one from above. Their first kiss came in front of the bridal party, and in the front rows the guests broke into applause.
The register was signed at a little round table beside the gazebo, with a white feather quill that made everyone smile. We went close on the bride’s hand as she wrote, then on both their hands resting together on the certificate with their new rings showing. One more kiss at the table, then they walked back down the red carpet as a married couple. Before anyone could drift off to the drinks, we gathered every guest onto the carpet in front of the gazebo for one big group photo, with plenty of waving at the back.
Family groups came next on the lawn, with a wall of dark green trees behind everyone and the bridesmaids slotting in beside the couple. The two little boys stood proudly in front of the bride and groom for their own photo. Then we found a bright orange vintage sedan parked on the drive and lined the bridal party up beside it, aqua dresses and grey suits against all that colour. Lawns in open shade are ideal for groups: everyone faces the same soft light, nobody squints, and the background stays calm.
Our Poet’s Lane wedding photos then turned into a walk. Kylie and Dean strolled hand in hand along the gravel drive under tall trees, laughing as she lifted her skirt to keep up. With the sun low behind the bridal party, we let it flare through the leaves around them, and the groomsmen stood in a row with their hands in their pockets. Back under the trees the couple shared a quiet kiss, and they finished hand in hand on a brick path among the ferns, the garden going gold around them.
Inside, a white three-tier cake stood on a mirrored table, and the bridal table waited with champagne on ice. Kylie and Dean made their entrance with the bouquet held high and the groom’s arm out wide, a live band set up behind them, while the guests stood clapping around the room. The bridesmaids laughed together at the table, and the bridal party sat in a row beneath the mirrors. After the cake was cut, the first dance ended in a kiss under purple light, and we finished outside in the dark garden, dancing beneath festoon lights.
Dean and his groomsmen got ready in a timber cottage with green trim, and the little boys joined them on the hedge lined paths outside. Kylie arrived by orange vintage car for an afternoon ceremony at the white gazebo, where a red carpet ran between rows of white chairs beneath an arch of greenery. After the register and the big group on the carpet, we took family to the lawn, the bridal party to the drive and the car, and the couple to the fern paths, before the reception inside with a live band.
Tall trees did the heavy lifting all afternoon. Under the gazebo, Kylie and Dean stood in even shade, so there were no hard shadows on their faces while they swapped rings and signed with the feather quill. Out on the lawn, the dark wall of trees behind the family groups kept every frame calm and uncluttered. As the sun dropped lower it slipped in sideways along the gravel drive, which let us shoot towards it and catch a warm flare through the leaves. After dark, the festoon lights near the gazebo gave the garden a gentle glow for their last dance.
The white timber bridge was made for the ring bearer, who marched across it past the tree ferns with his lace pillow. The red carpet became a backdrop twice: once with the boys climbing it to hand over a ring, and again packed with waving guests. The bright orange sedan parked on the drive gave the aqua dresses and grey suits a bold contrast, and the long gravel drive under spreading trees suited walking frames, with Kylie lifting her lace skirt and pulling Dean along by the hand as they laughed.
If young children are carrying rings, walk them over their route once before guests arrive, so the bridge and the carpet steps feel familiar on the day. Ask your car to stay parked for a while after the ceremony; a colourful vintage car becomes a free extra backdrop for the bridal party. And when you plan the evening, leave room for a slow dance outside: a few minutes under the festoon lights after the formalities gave Kylie and Dean a quiet ending away from the band and the busy room.