These are Garudas. In typical fashion, Thais chop a syllable or two off of a Sanskrit word (karma-->gum, guru-->kru) and you get "kroot". In the old myths, their wings darken the sky and cause hurricanes. Sandwiched between the facade of a bank and myriad cables, though, they lose their bravado.
About me...read my blog and hopefully you'll get some sort of gestalt.
One disclaimer: you're not going to learn about my love life, or what I ate for breakfast on this blog. That's tedious stuff, and this blog is here to offer up insight and little pieces of offbeatedness.
Nor will I expound much on politics and the like. That's because I seem to exist in a quantum superposition where both sides usually make pretty good sense, and the wave function doesn't collapse until a molecule of ink hits the ballot. Maybe it's got something to do with being left-handed.
(OK, I'm exaggerating. I voted for Obama. But you get the idea.)