The sun rose over the vines, warm and golden, stretching across the Mudgee hills like a promise.

Lowe Wines was quiet in the morning, but by afternoon, it buzzed with energy, a hum of laughter and love filling the air.

Sam, vibrant and full of life, floated through the day with a contagious joy. Josh, steady and composed, the kind of guy who doesn’t smile for photos—until today.

As the ceremony began, the breeze shifted. A crack of thunder rolled over the hills just as Sam and Josh were pronounced husband and wife. Her veil caught in the wind, twisting like a ribbon in the sky. It felt like the earth itself was celebrating.

They laughed their way through the group photos, the first drops of rain landing on shoulders and hair, until the sky opened up completely. A storm, wild and unapologetic, but perfectly timed. Inside the pavilion, the party carried on.

Champagne bottles popped, groomsmen drenched as the wind turned the spray against them. The MCs had the room in stitches, setting the tone for a night of pure, unfiltered fun.

The dance floor was chaos in the best way—tambourines shaking, guests in a frenzy, Josh and Sam lifted onto shoulders, held high like the legends of the night.

And then, the rain stopped. Just long enough for their first dance outside, sparklers illuminating the night, a moment straight out of a dream. A lift, straight from Dirty Dancing, the kind of magic you don’t plan, but simply happens.

Lowe Wines was everything and more. The kind of place that feels like a secret, but holds stories that deserve to be told. I’d been waiting to shoot a wedding here, and it was worth every second.

Sam and Josh, the perfect team. Deeply in love, fiercely themselves. And Josh? Well, he smiled. More than once. And that says everything.