The loveliness of these evenings moves the heart, and the mornings, shining, cool, fragrant. There is something in all of that dream, as of Paradise, which stirred the Italian painters in the old days. Well may it be sainted–San Ysidro, Santa Barbara!

-John Galsworthy, “ode to San Ysidro” (1912)

Excerpt from: Santa Barbara Literary Landscapes, (Peter Treadwell/Steven Gilbar)

Photographs above: Susan Dean Photography, Vintage Postcard: Pinterest