What I did on my (Easter) holidays part five

This is a picture of a Druze village street in northern Israel. Why did I take it?

What would you think of it if I said a bomb had gone off there five years ago? And that it was the bomber's home town?

And what would you say (or think) if I told you I was playing at being either a new topographicist or a Becher, messing around with imbuing neutral landscape with existential dread?

What would you think if I invoked the hoary old paradox that I always lie?