Ice skaters are reflected in a glass ceiling near Robson Square in downtown Vancouver prior to the start of the 2010 Vancouver Winter Olympics.
As I prepare to enter my 29th year of life on the planet Earth, I’ve become keenly aware of what has become a shocking, yet accepted, ideal of my daily existence: The older I get, the quicker time goes by. 2010 has been a textbook example of this theorem, with the year zipping past me more rapidly than my mental reflexes had time to react to. While lamenting on this accelerated time warp of life to a colleague at a holiday party last weekend (I could have sworn I saw the Grim Reaper smoking a cigarette against a car while looking at his watch outside that place), I was reassured that a year that seemed fleeting was only that way because I’d been busy and completed a lot of work. It wasn’t until I sat down and begin sifting through my photo shoots from 2010 that I realized that I have indeed done quite a bit this year!