I can see quite a diffence. Look at the squarish shadows the terrain casts on itself in the first. They are completely gone in the second. If the pics were larger it would be even more obvious.

This is not my "second childhood". I'm not finished with the first one yet.

Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.

"I'd like to die peacefully in my sleep like my grandfather....not screaming in terror like the passengers on his bus." - Jack Handy