Old Geezer Doodles Folk Art

"If I can't picture it, I can't understand it." - Albert Einstein"






 I am over 70 years of age and I am a drawer of pictures. I hesitate to call myself an artist but if you want to pin that label on me I will not object to it. I draw because I am pretty much house bound by old age and health issues and I have nothing else to do. Drawing helps me pass the time and I find it to be relaxing and soothing for the soul.

I was born and raised in the little town of Rotan on the prairie of the staked plains in west central Texas. I had good times as a boy growing up. I grew up doing all of the things country boys everywhere do. We walked several miles under the blazing Texas sun to get to our favorite fishing holes. We explored the things around us in that desert-like environment and studied nature and the wildlife that was there. I was associated with some fine older people and I still remember all of them. I was never a real cowboy type myself but I was surrounded by those kind of people. I listened to their stories and admired them.  Much of my art work is based on the things I remember from back then and the stories I remember. I hope my artwork will make you think back to the simpler times.

There were few Indians around by the time I was born. By that time, it seems we had either killed the Indians or chased them off. I have been interested in Indians all of my life. That part of Texas was Comanche country up until the 1880's, when our government succeeded in moving  them off to live on a reservation in the Indian Territory (Oklahoma). I never met anyone who claimed Comanche blood.  As a boy, I explored their old campsites and all of the things they left behind on the prairie.


Typical scenery in the Comancheria

Going fishing

Country  boy fishing - catfish for supper?

Mr. Taggart's snow cone stand

In the old days, this part of Texas was in the Comancheria. It was populated and strictly controlled by the Comanche Indians. White settlers occasionally passed through during the middle 1800's - under the watchful eyes of the Comanches.  It was a hostile and forbidding environment for the whites and few of them ever thought of staying there. That is the way the Comanches wanted it. Keep on moving!




Double Mountains. Sacred ground for the Comanches in earlier times. Not real mountains, these two flat topped mesas can be seen for many miles around.


Comanche warrior

White settlers paid the Comanche's with horses for the right to cross through the Comancheria as they traveled on west. The Comanche Chiefs owned huge herds of horses and always wanted more. The Comanches kept the white travellers under constant surveillance while they were in their territory.


White settlers finally started coming in to stay after the Civil War ended, when a couple of large cattle ranches were established. The hubs for these ranches later became the first villages. Settlement escalated in the middle 1880's, when the railroads came through and land was opened up for homesteading.  People were moving west, many of them coming from the poverty stricken states in Old Dixie.  They wanted to get away from the spoils of war and all of the gloom and sorrow that was left behind there. "Gone to Texas" was a common motto in those times.


U.S. Navy sailor in 1918


My family settled there in the early 1940's. During the days of the Great Depression, my father was part of a work crew that built a highway through there. He met several people and liked it there. He decided to move his family there.

When I turned 18, I decided it was time for me to leave there. I joined the U.S. Navy in June of 1964. The Navy would be my life for twenty three years.

I retired from the U.S. Navy in September of 1987, as a Senior Chief Petty Officer.

As a civilian, I worked for several government contractors serving the U.S. Navy, U.S. Coast Guard and U.S. Maritime Services until October of 2004, when I retired because of disability.

When I was a youngster, I drew all of the time. I pretty much gave it up when I joined the Navy. I was very talented and I wish I had done something with it. It was not to be. I did not start drawing again until December of 2016, when I was advised to find a hobby by a doctor in Indiana.  Everything you will see posted here was drawn after that.

I am setting up this web site to provide a space for showcasing some of my pencil art.  I draw about many different things. I have trouble drawing some things but I keep practicing with it. As the old sayings go - PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT and IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO TEACH AN OLD DOG NEW TRICKS.

I typically create between 2 and 5 new drawings every day so I stay busy with it. What you see displayed here is only a small sampling of my work.

The journey through time takes a toll on all of us. You will notice that most of my artwork is in black and white, with various gray shading. That is because I am afflicted with Age Related Macular Degeneration, which degrades my color perception. The state of Indiana has classified me as BLIND and I am not eligible to apply for a driver's license there. So - I hope you enjoy looking at the work of a blind illustrator.

Dalton Ray Phillips - 1987


Dalton Ray Phillips - 2015

I hope you enjoy looking at my work.

You might want to visit my other website.

Never Forget the War in Vietnam


Feel free to contact me. Your questions and comments are always welcome.

My regular email address is: daltonphillips@namvetsonline.com

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Let me show you some of my work ...

Visit Showcase # 1: Americana
Visit Showcase # 2: Indians
Visit Showcase # 3: Cowboys, lawmen, outlaws, the old west
Visit Showcase # 4: Navy
Visit Showcase # 5: Nautical, sea scenes, old ships
Visit Showcase # 6: Military history
Visit Showcase # 7: American Civil War
Visit Showcase # 8: Animals - horses, dogs, cattle and wildlife


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