
Kiama Anglican Church · 1 Terralong St, Kiama NSW · Sydney
Church & Cathedral Wedding · City: Sydney · Venues: Kiama Anglican Church · Ravensthorpe
Stained glass behind the altar, a forehead kiss that set the front pews clapping, then a vintage car parked under the Norfolk pines at Blowhole Point with the Pacific behind it. Rachel and Jacob’s wedding at Kiama Anglican Church, the little white church on the hill in Kiama, rolled on to Ravensthorpe in Albion Park for sunset portraits beside a fairy lit tree, happy tears through the speeches and a first dance under festoon lights. We loved every minute.





































































































































Getting ready at home · Vows at Kiama Anglican Church · Groups on the church steps · Kiama Lighthouse and Blowhole Point · Sunset portraits at Ravensthorpe · Speeches and first dance at Ravensthorpe
Our day started at home with Jacob and his groomsmen in crisp white shirts and black bow ties, the white plantation shutters throwing soft stripes of light across the room. His gift box held the rings, resting on a glass bottle of fragrance between white rose boutonnieres, and we photographed it before anyone reached in. A loved one helped with his cuffs, a groomsman eased the jacket onto his shoulders with a grin, and Jacob fixed his cufflinks by the window. Shutters are a gift for portraits: tilt the slats and you can turn the light up or down in seconds.
In Rachel’s room the bridesmaids squeezed onto the couch in blush, white lace and black robes, making little finger hearts at us before the serious business began. A loved one in blue helped with the long lace sleeves and the clasp of Rachel’s necklace, and Rachel caught her own reflection in a round white mirror as she put in a drop earring. We shot that one from behind her shoulder, so the mirror did the framing for us. Then she sat back in a wicker chair with her bouquet and laughed, while a little one rested her head in Rachel’s lap.
Before the veil went on, we turned Rachel towards the shutters. Side light from a single window is the most flattering light in any house, and it picked out every flower of lace on her sleeves and the open keyhole back of her gown. She glanced over her shoulder holding blush and white blooms with trailing greenery, and we moved in close on her earring and the curve of her neck. Then the bridesmaids, in rust and dusty rose satin, lifted the long veil high and let it settle over her, and a loved one in a floral tie came in for a hug.
At Kiama Anglican Church, Jacob waited at the front with his groomsmen, beneath tall arched windows of stained glass. We stood partway down the side so we could see both the aisle and his face. Rachel’s dad walked her in past the timber pews, her veil trailing along the blue carpet, and Jacob’s grin said everything. Guests leaned out from the pews to watch, and the rings came out to a big laugh at the front. White plastered walls bounce window light around a small church like this one, so natural light does most of the work and the stained glass keeps its colour.
The vows were close and quiet. Jacob held Rachel’s hands, slid on the ring and kissed her forehead, a tiny moment we caught from the side with the altar flowers behind them. When they kissed for real, the front pews burst into applause, and a row of guests could not stop smiling. They signed the register at a table draped in white lace, with the bridesmaids and groomsmen lined up behind them, then came back down the aisle hand in hand, beaming at the cheering pews. A church recessional moves fast, so we walk backwards ahead of the couple to meet their faces.
Outside, the sun was bright on the white church, and Rachel and Jacob laughed together at the door as guests poured out for hugs. We gathered everyone on the lawn for one big group photo with the bell tower rising behind them, shot low and wide so the whole church fitted in the frame. Then came the family groups on the front steps, framed by the pointed arched doorway, with an older relative seated in pride of place. For Kiama Anglican Church wedding photos, those steps are our favourite tool: every row stands a little higher, so every face is seen.
Rachel and Jacob rode on to Blowhole Point in a vintage car. The bridal party lined up in front of the white Kiama Lighthouse, then at the railings above the dark rocks of the blowhole, the bridesmaids’ satin bright against the stone. Then it was just the two of them, walking hand in hand with the water and the Norfolk pines behind, their long shadows stretching across the bitumen in one of our favourite black and white frames. Back at the car, Rachel rested her head on Jacob’s shoulder and he kissed her forehead. A classic car gives a couple somewhere to lean, which is half the battle.
Inland at Ravensthorpe in Albion Park, we caught the last of the sun. Rachel and Jacob walked across the lawn past a big bare tree wrapped in fairy lights, and Rachel threw her head back laughing. We followed them along a flagstone path beside an ivy covered wall, stopped at the white Ravensthorpe gates for a frame with the name in it, and finished in the garden under a white arch in front of the glowing verandah of the old house. In late autumn the light goes quickly, so we planned this set to start as soon as they arrived.
The reception opened with a party: the bridesmaids and groomsmen danced their way in, one in sunglasses and one twirling a napkin over his head, and Rachel and Jacob walked through the cheering tables. A three tier cake dressed in pale flowers waited by candlelight. The speeches came one after another beside the bridal table, framed by old white iron gates and blush flowers, and Rachel dabbed away a tear. Later she changed into a sleek white dress, they gave their own speech, and their first dance under festoon lights pulled everyone to the edge of the floor. We finished in the old house’s red hallway.
Rachel and Jacob’s day moved in three stages, and each one had its own job. The church held the vows, then the family groups on the front steps and the big crowd on the lawn. The vintage car took them out to Blowhole Point for the bridal party by the white lighthouse and the railings above the rocks. Finally we followed them inland to Ravensthorpe in Albion Park, where the garden, the last light and the reception were waiting. Building the portraits around the drive kept the afternoon relaxed rather than rushed.
When the guests came out of the church the sky was clear and bright, and the white walls kept every face in the family groups clean and even. By the time we reached the headland the sun had dropped towards the pines, which gave Rachel and Jacob long shadows on the bitumen and a soft flare through the branches. Autumn days end early, so at Ravensthorpe we went straight into portraits on arrival, and the fairy lit tree and the warm verandah were already glowing as dusk came on.
The pointed arched doorway framed every family group, with an older loved one seated in front. At Blowhole Point, the black and silver car parked under the Norfolk pines with the water behind gave us quiet, close frames with plenty of room around them. At Ravensthorpe, the flagstone path beside the vine wall had turned autumn red, the white gates with the estate name across them made a lovely keepsake frame, and the garden arch before the old verandah closed the set. The red wallpapered hallway inside was a fun last stop.
If your church and reception are a drive apart, make the drive work for you. A stop on the headland breaks up the trip and gives you sea, sky and pines in one place. Have the bridal party travel close behind you so the lighthouse group happens quickly and nobody waits in the breeze. And in the cooler months, arrive at the reception garden ready for portraits rather than drinks, so you catch the dusk while the fairy lights come up behind you.