One of the most interesting things about Houston is the huge variety of cultures and peoples who’ve come together to create this melange we have…
When I go collect my daily bread, every few days, I walk past the True Buddha Temple in Sharpstown, for no good reason except that it’s between Base Camp and one of my favorite panaderias, the Arandas over on Beechnut. Usually it’s a morning walk for me, and the gates are always locked. Yesterday, I got a late start and they weren’t, and the light inside was quirky but workable. (Late in the evening it’s almost totally backlit, since the front of the Temple and the statues face due east…)
I actually shot the dedication ceremony when the Temple opened (it’s a converted church, I forget which denomination) and found the people there to be very nice and quite helpful. Unfortunately this was back in the film days and the slides, somewhere between then and now, have gone missing.
Somewhere about four years ago I grabbed the slightly wider view, en route from A to B..
Someday I’ll have to go back and talk with these folks… I’m idly curious which flavor of Buddhism is practiced here.