Mono Monday . . . Curves

I am home alone in Christchurch.  The forester is just south of Timaru helping his friend host a group of shotgun enthusiasts who are trialing new Baretta shotguns and later they will write about them and their New Zealand experience in various publications.  The daughter and son in law are at work.  I walked to the supermarket looking for curves and found the urban environment is almost exclusively made up of straight lines.  I did pass this statue outside the local medical centre.  Nestle is the word that came to mind.  The baby is nestled into the curves of its mother.