I go to take pictures of old boats, and I find spiders doing interesting things. *sigh!* And no macro stuff to hand.
Tucked away down in the lee of the rusty remains of a cabin was this web and its lady occupant. And skulking along the top edge, an amorous male, thinking perhaps this would be his lucky day... or perhaps, his unlucky day: when a female spider describes a male as tasty, she's being literal.
So he approaches, gingerly. She senses something on her web, tugs at the strings to taste the vibration, and he starts strumming the strings for all he's worth. He moves closer. So does she; but is it the serenade that entrances her, or the offer of dinner?
Closer... strum strum strum... closer...
She lunges, but he's just quick enough and reaches the safety of the seeds on the left. He's obviously had some previous experience of l'amour: he's missing two legs.
He tried again a couple of times, with the same result, then thought better of it and retired to the shelter of a nearby seam in the metal. He who loves and runs away, and all that.
Thanks for stopping to take a look.