In the wilderness of New York City, come equipped with rabies shots and cell phone cameras

It’s not often that you run into one of the real reasons they call New York the concrete jungle. It’s raccoons. There are many of them out and about in the trash cans of Brooklyn. But our fair blogger, who goes by the moniker Cleopatra Jones, has spotted one in Manhattan.

The young woman, who according to her blog has lived previously in Hong Kong and is trying to be the next sex blogger du jour, has posted her first coon sighting on her blog, The Permanent New Girl. You can access the raccoon at this link.

It’s a dramatic photo of a raccoon scaling scaffolding. I say there are more dramatic and interesting things to spot with your camera. I have posted some of my own iPhone captures below. They detail the true jungle nature of Manhattan, a city that thrives on insanity, capitalism, real human urges and the marginalia of daily life.

Manhattan is its own mania, a creative spirit that is not so much about the infrastructure of the city. One can deny the grand architecture and at street level see how art, music, grafitti, the musings of the creative mind all create this city. The city is flow. It is the spirit of imagination and when you walk in its streets, you need only lift up the mobile camera and the portal of its consciousness is open.

Camera and New York City multi-spirit fecundity is enthrall.

A Regina Spektor poster

Crazy Jesus Propaganda

Sweet grafitti