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Arnold Odermatt, “Stansstad” (1967) The photography of Swiss police officer Odermatt brings to mind the work of Weegee, or Mell Kilpatrick — for over 40 years, he served as a photographer of automobile accidents in scenic Nidwalden. Though formally untrained in the art, Odermatt had a natural eye for the spectacle of disaster and the mountainous natural terrain of his beat. His profession eventually became something of a hobby; he began taking one copy of photos for the police reports and one for his own records, and Odermatt’s beautiful and haunting (and morosely funny) pictures were published after his retirement from the force.Arnold Odermatt, “Stansstad” (1967) The photography of Swiss police officer Odermatt brings to mind the work of Weegee, or Mell Kilpatrick — for over 40 years, he served as a photographer of automobile accidents in scenic Nidwalden. Though formally untrained in the art, Odermatt had a natural eye for the spectacle of disaster and the mountainous natural terrain of his beat. His profession eventually became something of a hobby; he began taking one copy of photos for the police reports and one for his own records, and Odermatt’s beautiful and haunting (and morosely funny) pictures were published after his retirement from the force.

Arnold Odermatt, “Stansstad” (1967)

The photography of Swiss police officer Odermatt brings to mind the work of Weegee, or Mell Kilpatrick — for over 40 years, he served as a photographer of automobile accidents in scenic Nidwalden. Though formally untrained in the art, Odermatt had a natural eye for the spectacle of disaster and the mountainous natural terrain of his beat. His profession eventually became something of a hobby; he began taking one copy of photos for the police reports and one for his own records, and Odermatt’s beautiful and haunting (and morosely funny) pictures were published after his retirement from the force.