“It’s white, only white. Can you see any pink?”
The gentleman is disappointed with, not only the tulip, but perhaps the entire flower display his wife may have persuaded him to visit.
Perhaps with her too.
Listening for her response and hearing almost nothing…
Fixing eye to viewfinder, I practice tulip ventriloquism.
Muttering “there’s pink in the petals,” with hopes he may have heard, then capturing evidence, click, click, click.
Now let’s look up. But he’s gone.