We Don't Know Where We're Going, But We're On The Way by Edouard Antonin Vysekal, 1918
The title's a whole sentence, which I've never seen before. They say he and his wife were both painters working in Los Angeles — I couldn't find out for sure whether that's the two of them standing there, but everyone seems to assume it is.
Erisava: They're posing like it's a photo, and the photo caught them wrong. What's your take?
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Nobody chooses to stand like that. Somebody said hold still.