
Potters Receptions · 321 Jumping Creek Rd, Warrandyte VIC · Melbourne
Country Wedding · Garden Wedding · Region: VIC - Yarra Valley · City: Melbourne · Venue: Potters Receptions
Two bright orange vintage cars, a little white dog on a lead and a shower of petals as Kym and Greg walked back up the aisle. Their wedding at Potters Receptions in Warrandyte, where Melbourne starts turning into the Yarra Valley, had everything we love: a proud walk with her dad under the wisteria, a kiss beside a rocky waterfall, speeches under a neon sign and a reception where the dance floor never emptied.














































































































Groom prep under an olive tree · Bridal room at Potters · Wisteria courtyard ceremony · Vintage cars and the waterfall · Paddock portraits · Speeches and dancing
We started with Greg, who got ready away from the venue. A flask, two rings and the invitation sat together for our first detail frame. He wore a charcoal three-piece suit with a champagne tie and a buttonhole of dried flowers, and we caught him looking out of the window, then smiling straight down the lens for a close portrait we kept in black and white. Out in the garden, a big silvery olive tree made a soft grey-green backdrop. A loved one wrapped him in a hug there, his groomsmen lined up in black, and two family members joined him for a portrait.
Kym got ready in the bridal room at Potters, all white walls, cream lounges and a tall gilt mirror. Her strapless gown had a long, full train, and a bridesmaid knelt to spread it across the carpet while Kym checked over her shoulder. A loved one in pink and white beamed up at her, and then her dad and another loved one in pink stood either side of her for a portrait. White walls bounce window light right around a room like this, so we can work wide and still keep everyone’s faces bright. Her bridesmaids, in pale blush, each had a moment with her.
Before the ceremony we gave Kym a few quiet minutes. We turned her towards the window and let the light run along her veil and her pearl necklace, and kept several of those in black and white, because the tulle and her profile were all the frame needed. Seen from behind, her train fell into an almost perfect circle on the dark carpet. Then the bridesmaids gathered outside with her against a wall of deep green leaves, holding little bouquets of dried flowers in soft pinks. Simple backgrounds like that hedge let pale dresses do the talking.
The ceremony was in the wisteria courtyard at four o’clock, and guests filled both sides of the brick aisle under the vines, many of them standing. Kym’s dad walked her in, grinning, and at the end he shook Greg’s hand before handing her over. We like to stay low in the aisle for this moment, so the rows of guests line the edges of the frame and lead the eye straight to the couple. Greg was all smiles as Kym reached him, his groomsmen standing behind him in black, and the white drapes at the end of the courtyard kept the background clean.
The vows brought plenty of laughs from the seats: a loved one in pink giggled into her hands, and the rows behind joined in. Kym and Greg signed at a little round table against a curved red brick wall, with a bridesmaid and a loved one smiling over their shoulders. Then they walked back up the aisle with a kiss halfway along and petals flying from both sides. Our tip for petals: ask guests to throw high and late, after the couple has passed, so the petals fall around faces instead of hiding them. Kym laughed as one landed right on her cheek.
Out on the lawn near the gazebo, a classic setting for Potters Receptions wedding photos, the whole crowd gathered for a big group photo and threw their arms up, then we ran through the family groups with tall gums behind them. Waiting on the driveway were two bright orange vintage cars trimmed with white ribbon, and a little white dog on a lead for Kym. We stood back to fit both cars, the couple and the dog in one wide frame, with the gardens and the venue’s brick chimney behind. Greg then kissed Kym’s cheek beside the gleaming chrome headlight, a flower spray on the bonnet.
Next we found the rocky waterfall at the edge of a weathered timber boardwalk. The groomsmen mobbed Greg in front of it, and then Kym and Greg kissed with the water falling behind them while Kym laughed into her hand. The bridal party crossed the open paddock towards us in one long line, and Kym and Greg walked off across the open paddock with the gums on the ridge behind. Open ground like that suits soft autumn cloud: no harsh shadows, just room to move. We pulled her veil over them both for a close, quiet kiss.
Kym and Greg walked back along a brick path through the grasses, Greg with a beer in hand, then burst into the reception with the bouquet held high. The long bridal table cheered, and guests toasted them from round tables lit by candle lanterns. The speeches came from in front of a white neon sign reading all you need is love, which turned out to be a perfect backdrop for laughter. Kym and Greg were in stitches, tables of guests doubled over, and a loved one in pink laughed until she was wiping her eyes. We kept a long lens on reactions as much as on the speakers.
Then the lights went down and Kym and Greg had a slow dance together on the wooden floor, a soft backlight glowing behind them. It didn’t stay quiet for long. Within minutes the floor was packed, Greg pulling faces, friends singing along and a long hand-in-hand line of dancers winding across the room, older guests right in the middle of it. We work close and wide on a dance floor like this, low and in among people, so the energy comes through. Our last frame of the night was Kym spinning on her own, her gown flaring out in a perfect circle.
Kym got ready in the bridal room at Potters while Greg arrived ready to go, so the day really began in the wisteria courtyard, where guests packed both sides of the brick aisle and plenty stood under the vines. After the petals we gathered everyone on the lawn by the gazebo, then met the two orange vintage cars on the driveway. From there we headed into the bush to the rocky waterfall and the timber boardwalk, out across the open paddock, and back along a brick path through the grasses for a grand entrance.
Their autumn afternoon came with a soft blanket of cloud, which kept the white gown and the blush dresses gentle against the green and let us work the paddock without hard shadows. Autumn days are shorter, though, so we kept the portraits moving and finished them before the reception entrance, while the sky still held light over the gums on the ridge. Inside, the room took on a different glow: candle lanterns on the tables, a ring of hanging bulbs over the bridal table and the lit garden showing through the glass.
On the driveway we stepped well back to fit both orange cars, the couple and their little white dog in one frame, with the venue’s brick chimney rising behind. The waterfall at the edge of the boardwalk gave the groomsmen a dramatic backdrop to mob Greg in front of. The open paddock was the opposite: wide, quiet and empty, so the bridal party could walk towards us in one long line. For speeches, the white neon sign behind the bridal table made every laugh read clearly.
If you are booking vintage cars, park them side by side with a gap in between, as Kym and Greg did, so you can stand together between them for a photo that shows off both. Give your bridesmaids one job in the paddock: lifting your skirt over the long grass, which also made for a lovely laughing frame. And pack comfortable shoes for the dance floor. Kym had pink cowboy boots under her gown, and she was still kicking up her skirt in the dancing line at the end.